Here are some fading dreams; lostg in the mist of time and space .. the defeated voices that are lost in the noises of the world.. my voice my dreams.. i am writing them.. my nostalgia.. as far as i remember i ll note it down..the good i made.. the good that happened.. the bad i did.. the bad that happened..- the former being rare.. and its the most frequent case, i will not take into account the exeptionals- to make the world aware of it.. and let the world decide..i was good.. i was bad.. i was saint.. i was evil..