everytime i am with me i feel so occupied, so much taken, much conserved, much preserved... as the blank pages having nothing to read out but to be filled in . the soul of mine as transparent as water ,as fiery as sun concurrently cold as ice .transition within me can lead me everywhere though nowhere need the exigent truself. but the solitary me lost in the world where everyone, in a rush to achieve and conquer where no one to a better human and fewer finding the truself, everytime i am with me i wonder and wonder... in serch of truself.