When I was young I was complicated, ignorance gasp upon my heart, I wanted everything a grown up have, my eyes look upon things on the surface, beauty was only a mirage, a reflection of what I wanted to see. Experience teaches, teaches me to take things slow, enjoy the scenery, enjoy life, learn from mistakes, listen to the whisper of the wind, to listen I have to be quiet, i was loud and i was deaf, I was blinded by colours around me, mesmerized by them without knowing the meaning behind. now in this wretched time, everything become clear, how beauty should be look, how advice should be listen, how patient is a virtue, all inside this tiny box of life, waiting for love to carry me thorough my life, for eternity.