Love is one profound language that we will all try our very best to learn, to understand and to master it.
However, known to all, it is one deep chap.
No matter how hard we try
No matter how defensive we try to be against it
We always ended up bruised and hurt.
And yet
We give love another shot. again and again.
Can love turn into a habit or can love break out of it?
Can love turns all round or its just for the youngs.
Love doesn't exist in the adult world and it does not matter?

I'm lost and hungrily searching for an answer.
And i know
I'll be just another one out on the street doing so.





How come the stars don't shine and smile at me tonight?
How come my midnight blue sky seems especially dark to me tonight?