The World Is Going Down↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓

Sometimes it takes just a moment to create a memory of a lifetime...and yesternight i did had the chance to build it again, two hours in the french class, with my old mates, i dreamed about many friends surely my main men too Jeddi Nabil(i love dude) this guy is the lonely one i am still in touch with him, and even in my dreams he sit beside me like we ever did in school, i can't talk about Mustapha El Maani without i mention his name...I can forget Yousra Chikeb I can Forget Kbais Amal , but never Forget you So7t :)...but the strange thing in all of this is that the dream was a bit real, i din't get back an old moment and dreamed about it, nop cause when we were on the classroom with the french teacher Madame BOURAOUI(still love you teach...and would love to meet you) every body look old , nowdays age, the dream didn't date to 98, it was just like yesterday...damn i still feel that sensation when hugging all the friends who love me...am just out of words i would love to reunite them again not on the beach or coffe but in the same school and with one of the teachers we had...doing it again, being the students of that teacher...am just out of words...saying noscence phrase, but huh , i just woke up and my idea still not clear i just wanted to writte about my dream...damn if we could only meet