nightmare...Mature

invisible soul, invisible death...

31st may 2015,

Some how this date showed me all the truth I would have to face,

all the wars I would be forced to fight and bleed in...Why?

'Cause this number was both :

the unconquerable tragedy and the undemolishable mark of the truth seeker in me...

DEATH was the final calling. I could not survive the dominance and vulgarity,

used upon me by my strict orthodox  tradition. I loved to dream that one day

all my tragic realities would change and I would see no more

of the scary nightmares in daylight...

The End

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