Her eyes were purple and her nose was red. She was tired and maybe sick, her skin was a thin thing clinging to her bones … She was ugly, she didn’t talk much or even laugh, her eyes were always cold while her soul was shining. She would cry and always seek refuge in tears, but she would always hear the same sentence; “Don’t cry, crying won’t change anything.” Yes, it wouldn’t change anything, but she held on to it, it was the only light of the darkness inside her, she wanted to speak but kept silent because she knew that whatever she said was disrespectful.
The nights would chase the days, and everything would get worse. Her dreams would be stolen, her hopes would be destroyed, she would crumble one by one, and there would be no memories left for her. She was hot, maybe she was sick, she was angry with this world and people. Everyone was trying to die, but nobody really knew what death was. Everyone was trying to show off, but they didn’t really care what they were bragging about.
She would cry, she wouldn’t be silent, she was always pleading, no one would hear her, but they would see how devastated and exhausted she was, but no one would come out and hold her hands. Oh her thin, bony little hands that can’t even hold a pencil. However, there were so many stories she wanted to write, so many stories she wanted to tell but could never do …
Her face was pale, her eyes black. They compared her to the devil, but they didn’t know who was actually the devil and who was innocent. Rivers would overflow from the light of her darkness. These were her salty but real pain, these lines were the truth of her life. They would judge, they never stopped “Who was that?” an absolutely insignificant person, “What use was that?” They would look at the events as if it definitely didn’t happen to us. They didn’t know that the real purpose of coming to this world was…
Nights would fall, nightmares would knock on the door, demons and memories would not let she sleep, once the thoughts entered, they would never leave again. Once it started, her inner voice would never stop nagging again … She wanted to close her ears, she wanted not to feel any shame, the rivers dried up and slowly others started to win, people won this war. Her ship capsized, she dropped her weapons, she had no strength anymore, she wanted to collapse and not get up. There was no difference anymore, she also wanted death and wanted to leave the world, she stopped fighting.
She too had come to an end, she had been subjected to following the ideas of the great mass of people, just like everyone else. Maybe it wasn’t that, but it didn’t change anything, no one would care what difficulties anyone faced in getting the ship across the river, just whether the ship was on shore or not. Oh and I don’t think she could find a river that could bring a ship.
And as the stories ended, another soul was lost. Maybe it was a stupid war, maybe it was for the sake of desires, but her soul was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life …
