Sitting alone in an automat I let my mind wander, The atmosphere was cold, and I could see some people squander...

Cold is not a weather....its an emotion. When everyone isolates you and you are left alone to suffer...its ice cold.

A story of someone whom no one gave a chance to explain, someone who was named the culprit. Read his story, how he was the victim insead.

When someone hurts love, its not just betrayal and heartbreak, it murder of a soul. But beautiful flowers boom only out of dark soils...