A depth within depths of arduous climb, a love-filled horizons of passionate cadence of mellifluous musicality, the never-ending fight for glassy gazes- only to be cast under a beatific smile, the pristine whites that had hidden dreary blacks;    it was white against black.   

Feet flat on the ground, beads of water fell right on your cheek, moist and sticky, your hair lazed around your neck. You looked around, gravity doubling its effect on you; so you stumbled down, your knees glued on your rugged and tattered rag. March 15, 2010, you s

  The frosted heart that once blazed like fireworks belongs to me. Beneath the unraveled story lie something else; will I still know? It’s a vague truth, a confession that has always lingered in my mind more than forever.

  S P E C T R U M : The Art Of Dance   

~4 seasons which held him uptight and callous, though, he never gave up. Indeed, "It would hurt to know the truth, but love won’t be worth it unless you risk it for the purpose of an unknown answer, though perhaps, it might be a mutual feeling."    In the midst of a slight rainfall, heavy dreamy clouds enveloped the heavens