Birthdays always leave a bitter taste of nostalgia. I am sixteen years of age since the clock struck twelve. 140 253,004 hours of laughing, crying, hoping, worrying, singing, creating; 140 253,004 hours of living. And even though millions of seconds have passed I still feel like that seven year old girl. I am still sitting on my bed watching the sun rise and...
Her eyes are as beautiful as pearls reflecting millions of caressing sunrays. Her heart is surrounded by the glow of emptiness. Her view is pointed at the infinite widths of the ocean while her world seems small, so limited. The warm summerbreeze leaves the taste of disappointment and takes the taste of trust away. The sound of the ocean whispers the calm melody...
