Still, I keep thinking of that, what the real life is... I should say, my friends, I have heard they say that life's an open book, we are reading the book every moment.
Then I find that, without the elegantly written words, the beautiful and pleasing melodies or, a peaceful place which is inaccessible to others, hardly I could eventually enjoy the life, as I am surrounded by luxuries.
The fact is, I don't read books any more, I am not in a peaceful place, either. God, isn't it strange that if I say I don't like listening?
God, I haven't lost myself, though. I am writing again, the novels, lyrics that I want my students to study, and I am singing the songs that I made too, isn't it strange?
God, time is money to me, time is fun to me, but I do want to do something else that has no bearing on it.
Here comes my English novel, for various reasons.(Not now, but they will come, for sure[s:239] ) |