My life is not always about blues. It has other colours, that comes out rarely.. However, I made a world of my own, a loneliness, finding happiness in darkening colours..
Yes, I am selfish sometimes.. Blaming others for my mistake, but that's just a camouflage. For some reason, I maybe slowed down on the path of life, and I blame someone for that, but inside I am falling apart.. I know it's only me who is responsible for my own shortcomings. And sometimes I wonder too.. Why did one chose a free bird sitting there peacefully on a tree, and the Hunter chose to shot it down, instead of some real ferocious thing trying to bite you down?
