I miss Happiness. And losing it still hurts me so bad... I go to bed and secretly cry, right before sleeping or right after waking up. When it happens, I feel like writing them, but I usually don't. Some say that to pretend to be okay makes one to be okay. To the sight of the others I'm okay, but I'm such a big liar to my own self.
Who
What
Wishes
- A motorcycle
- A monocycle
Where
When
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Why
The theme was started by looking through some Maurits Cornelis Escher pictures, which are physically impossible to exist, but definately possible to be drawn, when the Horseman picture was found.
To fit this background, some arabic/islamic pictures were seen when I finally found the current header one, which fits perfectly into the arabic/islamic idea of the Escher picture and the idea of traveling as a need, for ponderings and reflections, and how one's decision makes part of other's life.
To fit this background, some arabic/islamic pictures were seen when I finally found the current header one, which fits perfectly into the arabic/islamic idea of the Escher picture and the idea of traveling as a need, for ponderings and reflections, and how one's decision makes part of other's life.
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