Profane destiny
The sculptures of infliction and my body were meant for each other. With my swollen cheeks I felt it for the last time, all those feelings from my imagination; who were about to leave my head too. All those soft and immortal dreams, that soft water giggling around my feet with its chirping sound, that blanket with cozy and silky cover, those burning and vivid colors of sky everywhere around our cave, those clouds of love, those passions and all those unimaginable creative sounds... Something big that was missing! and I knew exactly what it was. I had no choice but to keep telling myself that its going to be alright.In the quicksand of thoughts when I reached back to my only and last resort there was nothing. Nothing but ashes and black walls everywhere with a question on them! Where were my lights? Where is that blanket? Then all questions came back to me with only one answer, "You never had them!". I told my self again its going to be fine again and with a big grin and heavy shoulder I sat on that last place of my world. I saw my two lamps. They very blown out, but they still had the heat. They were covered in the ashes as if they were covered in hot snow.
I collected my self from pieces and tried to cover those last two lamps with fragile and broken leaves around. Resting my back against that ruin and looking up in the sky I kept waiting for that dawn that was never came... All those wakeless nights were gone!

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