Every day I have new battle with new wounds. Every day I lose
more feelings and more emotions from my heart. Sometimes I win the battle but
the most of time I lose my land for my enemies. In every battle I strive to
find the victor but I get more pains about my battles. Now I feel I’m like the
old wolf which loses his power every day. I will dedicate this flower for
myself because I feel frustrated and I need a lot of luck, happiness and
optimism in these days because I feel that I fight windmills with sword of
wood. The armies of darkness, evil and hatred attack me alone in the battle, I
can’t see anyone beside me except my soul which gives me the power to continue
this battle, yes I’m weak human but I have my voice to scream and pray to call
the power of the goodness from the sky to help me in my battle of destiny, I
wish I could find around me who believes with this idea about the goodness and
the happiness for humans to be real humans, Maybe I'm pessimistic.
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