I found out that piano is such an enchanted instrument.The symbolism of sorrow and clarity really caught me , I craved for it honestly. But I never affords it .
It seems that my dream is far away , far away even my eyes can't caught the sight of it. Blurred in total confusion. There are invinsible walls in my reality , caught up with the same perception , my conditions stop me .I want to be heard honestly ,but it seems that my voice is inaudible .It's like I'm just an outcast in a particular film. I'm almost sick with people's echo ,that's like a wave stuck in my head .But when I turn my back on them ,guiltness possessed me.
There's a time of the month when I had my PMS and everybody seems hateful .and everything seems apocalyptic.