Once I met some people who doesn't really have a space in my life by the time I'm writing this. I've been through hell, I've been through heaven, and a heaven which became hell and the other way round too. I remember a blue moon up in a March night, when I felt loved for a moment; a moment that would slide away into one of my most confusing memories. I see it so clear in my dreams, where no one is able too judge me. Just me, and my fears. Me, and the dreams. Me, and everything that's going on inside of me.
