I can't read minds, each a shapeless, soundless language of a fresh universe. Sometimes I think I am just perceiving what I want to see, feel or hear. I don't speak my mind all the time, neither do I follow my heart. If only the moon shines to my touch, the stars to my gaze. When I run, the whole world runs with me, while smiling - this place would be a happier one. Everybody read, everybody write; there is nothing to hide.