The beauty of senseless sense...

Echoes of my past haunt me and every another brick in the wall tells the story of my brain damage. It reminds me of the time when i had high hopes and every breath i took was lively like the heart of the sun and suddenly the great gig in the sky changed my life forever. I realised that i was learning to fly so i was bound to be marooned. Now its neither time nor money can bring me back to life again. I lie comfortably numb with my soul.............Hi guys out there this is Mohit just fooling around with words..