My life is a piece of puzzle that how I always look at my own life, very small pieces scattered all over that big world. My job is to collect those pieces together to create my own masterpiece.
I started to feel the pain that surround my community since I was a child.
Night comes, I go to my bed, lying there having sleeping problem because my mind can't stop thinking and recalling all what happened to me today, what happened to me in this month, in this year, and
It happens to me a lot, holding my pen and asking my hand to write down my feelings and my thoughts. But after may attempts I fall to write anything.