I walk like the stitched pieces of the broken wishes and desires along with infinite smiles and tears as I try to donate some at the places where they are needed. I keep the emotions awake in people, even when mine are dead already. One needs to cry to know what it is like to smile. One needs to be in pain to feel the feel of pleasure. One needs to be broken to know how it feels when someone can join you with their single smile. One needs to kill oneself to rejuvinate someday out of those dead wishes and desires to complete them, someday.