Sometime I think, the almighty god would appear and ask me for a wish but certainly I find myself erased. Yes, my mind becomes eccentric for me but when I wish for a eminence wish I used to find myself with nothing except the air, the silent air which inhabits me. A loud excitement like a gust of air really kills me everyday, every hours of day and I used to hold the earth groaning to stop its movement because I am being left alone. I can only know the latent bitter truth of my life. I remember, I was here to be on a marathon, I ran and ran but when I came to the veracity I found myself in a walk, just alone, just like exiled and just like the air of water well. I am tired of these dogma of life. Sometimes when I find "some said or some great people said" , I detest them, thinking who the hell made then great and start to make a house of ash with an imagination that I'll go to the roof and roar for my greatness but who cares, the thing they can only do is to wak