Words of Moi is devoted to those unbelievable and inspiring persons, especially close to my recollections. Mostly are the dignified and genial, but some just the real fakers and crooks who fed me up as exceedingly as taught me indistinctively and ultimately of performing the deceitful depravity. Please pardon my bold words for I just want to write what’s in my brain and my sensitivity…^=^
I’m delighted to thank to all those figures (stimulating or irritating), somehow. They were in my life with conflict, misery, merry and positively remarkable reason. Above all, I’m grateful to The Owner of all lives, the most glorious and most merciful for every enthusiastic events to carve Words of Moi.
The Call by Regina Spektor,
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye
Just because every thing's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are as you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say goodbye
I will not say goodbye, I believe we’ll reunite much brighter ^=^
