Some Moments With Self...

Murmurs Of Silence by Gebran Khalil Gebran

I had being busy and tired... sometimes sick... until I forgot unfortunately what I must and what I must not do...
My skin color is changing as I’m following the current movement...
No resistance...
The depression and fear are playing on my fields... and the ball is between their hands, while I can't catch it as I’m growing "down"...
I'm living on artificial lights... the sun is away...
A small lie is nothing... so a big one is...
A small pain needs a huge reaction... so I break always something or someone...
Opening the window is not enough... neither opening “windows”...
Door... doors... same things... same feelings... same words... same discussions, to witch us didn't find a solution since one million year...

I need to be lonely these days... to hear the real sounds around me... chaos is killing me…
Ah! What I really need is being a child again...
To see as a child... to hear as a child... and specially to understand as a child...
I don't want to blame again... or to have anger in my heart...
You will see me silent for some days... don't break it...
When I will be born again, you will hear my voice... it will be a real voice, not just crying sounds... a real voice not an echo...
Pray for and with me...