Friday, November 09, 2007


A story is paused in two hearts, the distance is far, the thoughts are near, the souls trouble makers in the night but more often explosively serene.

All they want is to press play, so simple! yet the character of a twisted age long play are trying to have their say, so easy to ignore yet compassion overawes , for story and play are routed at the core.

The story is paused yet full of life, the play is moving while empty inside, soon the play will be over and the story can finally play.