To be able to see this prostitute from a beautiful and clear perspective gave me more courage and self-confidence then i could have ever dreamed of.

I woke up and remembered how i felt i had to visualize every detail of it over and over again until i was so tired of its beauty.

I sat down and heard all the whispers from the world that shouted not logical,lets say that the words not logical and logical is a pure evidence for the limits of unthinkable and thinkable human facts,why else have not logical and logical in your vocabulary.

The none logical facts is still beyond the understanding of this human race,at this time i felt like i was above it all.

She laid on her stomach with her head up on a brown well used bed wearing only her black underwear and white bra as she described the whole wide world without saying anything with those eyes that was beyond the beautiful word of beauty.

At this time i saw the most self-discriminated job but still at the same time i was a witness for the most beautiful woman in the world,she was an untouched wonderful princess in one world and a common sexy woman recieveing money for letting people abuse her sexually in another.

My reality of the real world was shaped into a woman and created to a god by my own imagination as well as she was formed by my true atmosphere.

It felt like all pieces of life had made an universal journey from one end to another as the simple conclusion gave birth into a glimpse of my own god.

The rainy day after my dream i knew that god only appears is she wants to be seen and i knew that you could hear him only if she wanted you to pay attention.

We cant have a taste of god and we will never feel the smell of her aroma, i know why.

God is letters.