I have lost my count on life. Although deep inside I do count on every single things to those numbers and alphabets on the news; but still I don't feel that it is enough. It's like there is a big missing piece of the puzzle I am trying to solve. Yet I am still here; yearning for a miracle to come. For a fairy-godmother to pop from the thin air and tell me that everything's gonna be okay. To see the world all smiling because of me and still;
I am not doing anything.