Long Walk Home........

i can see distant town where i was born, i can see friends smiling through my heart. Dust and long sundays and feel the sweetness of excuses for not working on mondays. Those seculded yet beautiful places & I can still taste the smell of beer enjoyed there.

I can feel the rythem of motorbike and long roads ahead with no destination. I can still feel the company of all those friends figuring out what to do in life. A lamp post under where long distant planning was made. A perfect meeting point where everybody comes out with big smile on face and blurred image in eyes. I can still feel the pain of broken heart, perfect long lonely nights. I can still feel deep summer evenings.

I'm still figuring out what went wrong and its going to be a long walk home .......

catch my tear

I have been running here and there for no reason. some idiot stuff bugging me for long. Ruining my life by inhaling man made poison. loosing myself without even thinking that i get something that make me different from rest of the world - my pencils.


well again three days confinment to my boring room, pushing pencils hoping i'll draw myself. so here is the outcome even though most of guys have no senses to judge the power of graphite.