“life will be better in spring”

March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 January 2011 March 2011

He was perceived as someone always striving for something impossible…and sometimes intangible even if he always made it possible to grab in the end.

Simply, he was a man who always got what he wanted.

Whatever he desired.

Because of that, many people decided to follow him, worshipping him like some kind of an angel…or even god. He had so many dreams other people might deem senseless. Yet, this pristine white angel…still dreamed.

When those ever-so piercing violet eyes closed, the white angel whose wings were, in fact, so bloody, dreamed. He dreamed of different shades of colors, different kinds of visions and varieties of jumbled old memories – some of which were a little bit more than significant while most were not, for to him, past was mostly something unnecessary unlike the present and future…that he could seize and shape it with his own hands.

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