Servants.

Can't deny, I'm very afraid of truth itself. Not like I'm new to such ideas but who's fine with them. They're little devils that thrive under pressure. You, who tend to escape when you face them, will realise that whatever you try to aviod, will huant you one of these days.

Thorns, thorns. They tarnish the image that we have for roses but yet, what can we do without them? Without them, you'll prolly not realise how beautiful things are protective of themselves. You'll probably die a loner one day.

Well, this logic is identical in dealing with childish adults that we meet in our everyday lifes. Thought to oneself :"have you really grown up? Seriously, makes me wonder."

Dotz, dotz & more dotz.