As the pages lay there scattered all over the floor, the cover couldn’t help but think “I’m no longer a book now. Without the pages, the torn apart cover I lost my meaning and no one I will touch me or want to read what I’m holding. Photo via Flickr What a sad pathetic end. If only the kid … More Last Breath

I miss you so much , some days even more than I can express. I miss those days when we used to meet and share the space like there is no one else. I miss those moments how you made me think that I was the only one who mattered, triggering the untouched feelings deep … More Lost Solitude