After-Holiday-Blues.

There was a time when home was far, when the mind was clear and the exotic near. There was a time when life knew no sorrow, when time was lost and no plans been made as off tomorrow. To fast gone are the days of morning beach sun, back to reality never is that fun!…

When time moves on..

Not so long ago i came across an article about growing apart from a best friend. i was in particular very interested in it as such a thing never happen to me, or lets say never happen to me in a conscious dramatic way like girl and boy breaking up – the best-girlfriend-breakup never happen…