I thought I found him; I made it this far, thought it was the end but it wasn't. Where I am?Where is he? Are we in the same world?
He left like a summer facing autumn. I found him but never thought I can't keep him. Life was an amusement park filled with lights and people laughing and talking holding hands, and now life is the same, but lights are not there neither the people. I should say it's not a similar scene, but now I don't know what the same is and what different is. I'm like a person who slept in a coma, and when he woke up he woke up with an amnesia.
Like the voices of audiences cheering for there idols, his voice used to call me. like new year's eve filled with fireworks his eyes looked at me, bringing joy to my soul and making everything transparent, where are you? I can only ask one person about him… Where is he? Asking me. no one but me can find you again, or should I say find myself again?
No time to wait, and you're getting further and further, I'm not saying goodbye and I will never do, I will not see you again, I'm seeing you some place over there, behind my heart, I know you're here, you never really left, I feel your breath in my heart beats.
You can see me through the voices and noises looking for you, you can hear my movements through the lights, I'm blind without you, I have eyes which can see, but I need your sight that can hear and smile, I need your senses.
It's different now, sun shines everyday, but it doesn't bring up hope and joy everyday, not in the days when you're not here, you said "I'm the burning flames of the raging suns" and I don't know I'm I really the burning flames? Did you mean you are?
I see your face through the vogue, you're coming closer, forcing tears to come out of there shelter and stream down my face, you never were lost, I know… we're one again…
What about now? Can I start building my room of passion? Can I start putting away all the broken pieces of my dreams? Nothing to fear… hurricanes walk through thousands of miles thinking damage will stay forever. Inspirational skies covering the cold poles are made by the burning flames of the raging suns.
You're not a candle, candles will eventually die, but you never will.
The classical watch of that old man stopped, the hands of it were broken and burnt with no mercy. The last paper on the calendar told the story of the 27th of Dec. The pages of books little children used to take to school were torn into a million pieces. Hatred laughed with a voice like a funeral.
Rain fell down carrying the unfortunate news of war starting. Sadness covered everything with silence and haze. The drop of tear lost it’s purity to be a black drop of damage. Nothing left but the clean bodies of innocent people. Everyone was running with no place to go. Hearts beating so loud, families disappeared. Mothers sat under the ruins with their hands on their children. Memories of yesterday started to play like a sad play on the ashes of the theatre. Boxes of jewelry melted, everyone thought it’s the end, but it will never be.
Fireworks from the sun fell on the heads of people and mosques. A sunless, moonless sky made the clock walk faster to start a night in the middle of the day. That night stayed for many mornings. Seeds died in the cradle, pain screamed asking for help. Cold, lonely and injured, it’s how fathers ran after their sons. Stones turned into sands blown in the air. Smiles faded like the sun behind the clouds in a rainy day. Hurricanes of fire twisted the empty rooms of motels all around.
Eyes of stone watched all the catastrophes, and the icy hearts of criminals loved the scene of armless, foodless, homeless people dying. Aggressive and sick, it’s war. Children didn’t get the chance to cry.
A step on the moon is a huge step forward, and a war is a huge step backward. Nature honors the peace found in people but felons taught nature how to be aggressive.
Honoring peace now is how we give rest to the people dying because of the living cruelty.
Forgiveness can't reconstruct the broken vase. Humans covered their eyes with anger. Greed made people hungry. The enemy of himself, its how a human is described. People were killed for money. Lands covered with buildings. Air full of poisons. Water filled with dead fish. Wars on every continent. Conflicts covering the sun light.
Seraphim were murdered with the nasty hands of darkness. Goodness is not the winner against evil. Evil is winning the fight; swords of light are melted in conspiracies. The fountain of serenity is dry. Where is the hope? Where is the light?
We are reading the last chapter of a book called the man kind. The ink of the writer was stolen and the pen was broken. We need people who write with their fingers on the stones. We need the white-hearted people to fight against the demons.
It's not a lie that doomsday has come nearer. We corrupted the system that was created with this universe. We are too weak to harm anything else but ourselves. But the death of a martyr is way different than the death of a betrayer.
A prison with no way out, Chances come by and leave. I had no choice and I had to say no. I trusted the wrong side of me. Why life shows you all the goods when you have no money at all? If you had money it shows you what you can’t buy. When you have money you’ll find out the market is gone.
It’s hard to believe that a bad event happens for a good reason. I’m crying now with tears of regret, I have said no for many things. I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance to say yes. I don’t know if it could have been good if I said yes from the start.
Loneliness makes me an insomniac passing through the four seasons. My friends come at once to break the nights of no sleep. I feel happy for a second and then I remember the nights I will spend alone again. Good things come together so that you can feel the regret of leaving some of them. I wish I was a tree with one autumn in my life; I want my whole life to be a spring.
I can wear one and only crown on my head, I spend my whole life with nothing to cover my head. With one second I have more than a hundred crowns waiting for me to choose. I wish I could have them all, but one crown is made of gold and the others are made of ice. In the mirror I see what I love to see in the reality, I see myself wearing all the crowns.
