Late night hour.

So many things to do and time is passing by so fast.

Loads to learn.

But in the end everything will be okay.Cause if not , it's definetly not the end.

Late hour again and can't sleep.

Nor do I have the mood to read.

So I'll write.

Writing sometimes makes it easier for me to release myself.My feelings.

If I can't say something , I write it.

I now wonder what'll happen a year from now.

Sometimes I'd like to know what's up next.

But then I guess...it wouldn't have the same effect when it'll happen.

I wonder if my dreams will come true.

If my aims will become reality.

When reality hits you , and it's harsh , you fall so fast , you wonder how did I get here?

...and this is the moment when I thank the I don't know what's bigger than us that somebody's got my back.And right now you're all I need.

It's funny.Usually I was the one to offer support.And help.And whatnot.

Apparently me myself I need it also.

People need people.

A heart needs another heart to help it beat normal when it gets under the rythm.

Do you ever wonder who's gonna save your soul ?