The price of age

Old does not mean it’s forgotten. Old does not mean it’s rusty and useless. Old does not mean to be thrown away and abandoned, to be kept inside a shelf full of growing dust and rotting smell. Old does not mean it’s over. Nothing is ever over, it’s just the start of a recollection, a memory, a momentum. Keep it safe but never forget it.

The language only we understand

We speak of love engraved in our hearts the entire time. We speak of love the way we understand the language and no matter how foolish the world thinks it is, we speak of love in a way only we understand. Everything else is just a blur of cinematic record drenched in black and white.

The CD that spins

When the music stops, the feelings stay. They linger and dance in a series of tremendous echo like an old CD that spins on your player. Stop and replay.

Strangers of this planet

We see people everyday everywhere, anywhere at anytime. Some are interesting, some are not; some are funny, some are serious. And yet the reality is: we walk pass each other, pretending not to see, not to care – walk, don’t stop, one two three, continue your footsteps and don’t throw a smile. Pretend to see nothing, close your eyes and walk. We are all strangers of this planet.

Motion blur

The world spins faster than you think. Time slips from the tip of your finger with the speed of light. You either run or get left behind. You either make a decision or you wait for others. So the question is: which one are you?