I had always been amazed by the thought that I am getting more and more alone. Had so many friends with me But they left as they become old, married, you know. I am knocking on heaven's door, Could not be Magic, The Earth has got close to its end. Nothing is the only one we can see. My one and only love.... My love, Friends, all they do not remember me as I am too old. Who will dispute? Who will know? Too bad that I am able to THINK. Most of us, seems to be controled by the society and culture. Gosh, I am out.. I am out of it, I am an outsider..... RECOLLECTING DAYS OF ROSE & WINE.