En route to Vincent 3.0

I just found a news. It hits me like a freight train. OMG….the line I draw between A and B has been found a little hole which is likely to be lacerated bigger and bigger.

There is a little world where I’ve been loving so much since I was invited and where I feel free when I hide myself there. I feel free because every one I know from my original nest is safely reduced outside. The little world in which I can breathe gently, smoothly and even confidently is now to some extent open to…

I know it’s wrong to think like that. But, that is what I think