they reason i write

If you're looking for the word that means caring for someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, its love! And when you love someone y-you just don't stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You just- you don't give up because if I could give up... If I could just, you know, take the whole world's advice and- and move on and find someone else, that wouldn't be love. That would be... That would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for. But that is not what this is.

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Tuesday, 24 March 2015

''Schindler's List", Itzhak Perlman

i ve been listening to instrumental music my whole life.any kind of instrumental music just puts my mind in a trip and new ideas emerge and stories come to my mind.so i thought i should share the short stories my mind creates while listening to music.

on a dark and rainy night . the town is almost burned to the ground by the steel birds above and the tanks below ,while soldiers raided the town ,the smoke from the fire and the burned house is playing with the rain and the wind .the sound of the violin though comes from somewhere, a shady man on top of the burned church is crying along his grieving  violin ,he finishes his haunting piece and vanishes in the towns ruins .

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