Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories.

A strange, terrific force unlike anything I've ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will--over and over. Over and over i realise it is dificult to get what i lost than to find new horizons................

The feelings behind the allinated within the self and looking somthing to punch is what my life is going at this time. First time in my 30 years of relentless living i realised i could not even touch soming which i thought belong to me...........