Time and again i see myself gathering pieces of memories that took me along throguh life. I managed getting all of them in my hands, and yet again i see that im bleeding with those small broken pieces of dreams that did not turned out true. I thought i might let all those un even and broken pieces left, but then how can i really let them stay helpless like that ? they were my biggest hope all these times when i had nothing more but those sweet hopes... So again, i took them as my belongings and went on thinking i i could plan another night of dreams to come over and make me hope a new way...!!!