Sometimes there is nothing in my head as if I’m a tree or water or I hope not an idiot.  

While I am like that, I often wonder that where my brain’s gone away. It’s a kind of worry.

But after few days or weeks, suddenly a swetch is terned on by a tiny cue then I can’t stop expressing all things about in my head by some ways. May be it’s a sign that my brain’s come back. 

Singing and talking  are my favorite ways to satisfy the desire ,and recently, I’m interesting in describing these by letters, espaxially in my nonnative languages.

It’ so fun.

I think languages are one of the gratest tool which human beings have created!

And how fun ( sometimes annoying)  practicing  to use these just the way I want to handle is!

     when I’m relaxing at my room, especially a rainy day like today, I feel a good old smell which brings me back to old days.

      It’s a smell or a scent, but an oder isn’t proper.

I love sniffing my comfortable futon like a little child.

Remenbering these old sweet days, at this rainy night.