Keep Smiling;

January 28, 2011;
Friday, 02:38 AM

Listening to a whistle sound in the thick silence of the cold night. Though it isn’t very cold, I’m feeling a little extra. The whistle sound tears the inertia of the atmosphere, letting the people feel that someone is protecting them from any unwanted happening.

But can we really trust our thinking? Is that whistle for alarming those evil dark shadows, or is its a green signal to them that everything is ok?  Who knows who is under how many wrappers?

It’s time to close the day. Thinking about how and when to wrap myself in which wrapper to make the next day a normal one; when nothing is real around or with you, it’s good to have some wrappers. Nothing is real; people just use you for their needs. No one cares for anyone.

Keep Smiling;
Good night.