The pot we have inside.
Once on another blog I wrote:
Love....uh, each culture has It's own way to mean this feeling, each person has his own "instructions sheets" explaining what to do with Love if it happens. There are those who stand and hope and they wait and wait and wait... There are those who dream and forget there's a real life too so they run and run and run trying to reach some place and sometimes they even success. There's who seek in pain this feeling... between the pages of a book, behind every corner, on an empty bus. I believe love to be one of those unpredictable things, that caughts you
