she taught me, people die twice: first is when their physical presence is no longer felt, second is when their memory tends to slip away....

of my tormented life, and my dreams clouded like the vale of the shadows; i will forever and ever remain a refugee of the wind. i will...

&&. pleated skirts and glossy tints // braided hairs and nylon strings // under the velvet clouds and winter breeze //rolling cassettes;...