"Dear Sun, touch me with your warms. Flower, give me a good scents. And Alone.. can you be my friend?" Where my heart and mind are silently open behind words and sentences. The less you understand, the more secrets I keep about myself. Otherwise, the more you understand, I hope you will not give up to know me further, to know how dark and sad or happy and blessings i am for this life. I don't mean to involve you to feel my confusion about what and who i am or why my heart and head this conflict. I just here writing some poet which i called art for myself with my own writing style. Hope you like it. and you can careless, but i write everything spontaneously. so i don't care much about grammar and im sorry for that. These book, poets inside it are the same as my diary, my journal book. I write what I think, and my heart goes to what I write. Enjoy. xx sucigoldy