2 years - this is my true age.
practically all my life before 17-18yrs i could easily throw into trash basket.
2 years of sweet pain tragic happiness.
this is me.
i am not the alcohol, parties, sex, drugs, tv, meal, internet, friends of friends and so on. If only a little bit.

i am the staring sunsets, looking eyes-to-eyes, going to another city although having important deals in mine, living at lovely work, doing what i want, choosing company, burning inlove, and i am the music and the happiness.

one day some ppl understand that happiness is far from society and its comforts and privilegies.
it's kinda irony that one man who have no home sits at work and drops tears becouse he is happy!

i was absolutely right when i had chosen a horrible and difficult way of doing what i want and not what society need from me.
and im very thankful to everybody who had influenced on me and kept me surviving during all these two years, including parents.

ehh... emotinal shock im being in will end soon, and maybe i wouldn't know what to do farther, but nevertheless, i luv this life! and i luv my sun! if not she i think i would never get all of this...