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i hate the blood which flows, i hate the joy...i hate and have forgotten the word 'happiness'. its like being in a desert which is a dead end to the world with no sound of any living being around me. the only thing which shows interest, whatsoever, in talking to me is pure, brighting sun, without any hint of cloud...and it also questions my existence!! i've heard that even a leaf moves with an aim..but i seem to be loosing that single cause to live. i scream in frustation...sometimes loud and sometimes i scream silently. sometimes noticed and many a times unnoticed. this time i want my blood to flow and the world to have a taste of it !!!!!!!!