Frozen-Dreamer

Oh, the smile. When the morning dawn gets fulfilled with the early sun and all the dew split rainbows in a green field. That's the feel you get with a smile.

But, the point is not smile at all. It gets much more wonderful when you make someone smile, and, this smile is totally flavored from the eyes of the smile-giver.

Call me an artist, not because of my drawings or anything I write. Call me like this because every-brand-new-day I paint a new frame, but the kind you can't buy in any store or auction.

This frame, I shall call it "Her Smile".

It's time for a clean-up in this noctilucent heart-carving deviations and thoughts.

All in life passes and I must take it on. It's over and I won't never want it back.

The double-lion cannot take control of my life again.

Alone again. Who cares, then?

Well, I've just got invited to join this 'club', so, I invite you who is reading this:
D:

Sometimes I just wonder:
What's my size?
Some people compare theirselves to another ones that they see in the streets when passing by.
Sometimes, when others see a person coming out from an expensive car, they evaluate him as a big guy.
Why do people give more importance to their money than their knowledge?
How much do you know about life? How much do you know about the universe?
Experience. Meditation.
When you become a 'big' guy, you can now evaluate the other's size.
But, it'll only happens when you find the light, and to find it, you need to be a _good_ person.
Stop being so selfish.