A day called black. Indeed, a strange and low esteemed elucidation. I do remember my mom, the day she aroused towards me from being radical. I didn’t feel much annoyed that day. Many people complain me about for being void or isolated. They do tell my imaginations are boundless. It doesn’t have an end and those are inevitable.
I love mountains and sky. I’ll always look up at the stars and stair them for minutes or maybe it happens for an hour. I think a lot and progress them fundamentally. It was during summer 2012, I’d gone through a book which made me complete nerd and geek. “The theory of everything” a masterpiece and a series of lectures. I didn’t understand in the first place. Later as a grown up, the reality made me to feel the essence of complexity in diversities of being virtual.
“Look up at the stars and not down at your feet.
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