Heart is biting as powerful as the flash drive, laying on my chest, is shaking.
I’m talking to myself in English while walking in the street, trying to create a poem but vainly.
I love my dreams as they obey my mind.
Sometimes I desperately want to take my biting heart into my hands and feel that electric impulse of life which runs through human’s body.
I love the God, I know that he always helps when I’m asking with all my heart.
…have to publish the post as the battery is low.