I’ve been in that “normal state” before... Swimming pain… to reach the shore… I died there for thousands times... Just a thousand...

And how do you know this is love? And what does this “love” really means... who invented this word and why we all struggle to find...

Why… was that so? Why wasn’t it different? Me and you… the only travelers who were still looking for love in this bitter world… and the...

Piercing and rough… hazel eyes… Deep, intense and fierce his glance… Strong and square and deep jawlines… Unique fighting scars and...

I was diving deep in hell… Swimming in the flames of spell… I died there… I screamed in vain… Burning every drop of pain. Shining hope of...

I know how it feels. There are obstacles and stones that hurt your legs when you're running towards the sun... There are thorns...