Sleepless nights bring me a clear mind, the English way of thinking and dark rings under my eyes.


All things I've got at that nights are gone in the very next morning.



So I try to write them down here on and on before they dissapear from my mind, in front of me.


I believe there are some clues of thinking, key of life and more: though I'm not sure about.


The world, city and housemates drop off to sleep when my mind belong to another world that the Earth is a creature rather than one of planets.

All creature live in usually become things but all souls and spirits breathe.


Sky keeps calm colours; never burtn; never cry.


Also, there is a strange way of communication over languages - that is "resonance"