Listen to your heart . It knows you the best.

If he really loved you than you wouldn't have 

cuts on your wrists

But it's better if you kiss the brawls goodbye. I know 

your cloudy eyes says so many things that it's hard to

describe.

A image -

a scenery , trees and violet hills faraway 

and  unknown birds singing in their hideaways 

and a pair of eyes are looking to find something.

Raindrops on the window ceiling , a heavy fall 

has 

washed away all the dust from the leaves, roads

and from the hearts.

Cloudy eyes are dreaming

Dreaming dreams.

It is as if all that we see or seen

are but dreams within dreams..

Is it all that we see or seen 

are but dreams within dreams?