Its 5 am in the morning...I cant sleep, and while language is a poor excuse for communication, it all I want to do right now...write....but I will spare my friends of readin it...there is no specific reason for me to write this one..it has no tilte and perhaps no aim..no rhymes definately....

I just like the sound of the keys clickin into the scilence of the night, they bring some peace to me..just like the smell of the printed words...and in so many words I have lost that I can hardly see the humans behind them...and not i sit into the night to pay for curse of seeing the things that no one can..for making a vision on the cloud...all my thoughts elude me right now..just like the purpose of my life has been...for years..and while i try to recollect my memories...i am so sure that this has been the best part of my life so far...thats I do not wish to remember anything at all...Mann its been ages since i have felt this way.......