Ummn
See.. Miss. Wonderful, sometimes I get into a serious self-argument and I happen to ask myself whether you remember me as much as I do.. Or maybe the grass of the garden has grown unnoticed ..
I started to question myself about the validity of this life, how simple and silly it has became to my sick soul, and as ever I get myself into no answer .. Just a void .. and a silent dusty string reflecting the torture of the human being’s soul. How queer is Man.. satisfaction is never met and hunger is ceaselessly enlarging the circle of the human needy, anxious, and uncertain attitude..
Oh yes my Dear, I am still waiting for Godot..

