The storm growling in these massive area full with trees swirling and wild winds come from the sea right above my house.The weather turns grey and cold,and the night time turns ackwardly cold and as quiet as a grave,maybe there's many trees surrounding my houses,it's so different than the city.
I'm still sitting in front of the computer,hoping my computer didnt shut down because of the strikes.Playing Romance De Amour in a rainy days,i can't describe it with words how i felt,it's absorbing my sanity at the same time i felt i'm alive.Really i can feel the attachment,though i only can play the part 1.Suprised how the original creator of this piece remain mysteries,he/she must have an enermous talent that can absorbs anyone's soul by just listening to it.I guess this is called an art.
I'm suprised there's actually someone who thinks me with no such word can describe me.I don't know myself either which words could describe me.Well,for most surely i hate to be a center of attraction.Hmmmm.
