Sometimes life is like a scratch or stroke pen straight line, curved line even lined carelessly. Then it jerked into talking and even greeted in my imagination to my soul too then the voice said wake up, stood staring then chase the sun, one day must find the true identity .. Irresi my step like basic I learn to hold you pen so I can make a story from strokes penaku myself in the future even until I die.
Nice thought..
Thanks swr1985.