I think everything is a shade of gray, and it's not that great when you wonder who you are, and you find that you're a shade of gray, and you wonder about your life and it's a shade of gray. I'm wondering about right and wrong and it's a shade of gray. White might be a shade of gray and black might be a shade of gray.
It's one of those moments when I have nothing to say but everything to express. My life, my own self is chain of gray shades. I look at the boy I once was, and the man I ought to have become. It's not natural that words are so full of confusion. It's not confusion, it's a sort of wandering. I don't know where I've wandered to make me see things this way.
"من ذا الذى يستطيع أن يفصح عن مكنون نفسه بمجرد الكلمات"
محمد المنسى قنديل - قمر على سمرقند
not me for sure
again.. i relate.. humff.. this is getting boring will.. i cant come here to say the same words every time
sure you can.. one of these days you won't relate.. and I'd want to know..
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