Its sad and funny the same time. Your best talent is writing and you forced to leave your language and start a life from scratch with another language. That is reality of my life... I need to write to stay alive...
What is happening to me? what is happening to me?
So broken, so scared of living that literally can't do anything...
Was I something or I had illusion of being someone?
- She (my niece) lost her keys! and I know for her its big deal. Mostly she is worried that I will think that she is irresponsible. I don't!
I need to let her to find her way to this world and I am sure standing and watching her and just being there if she needed help is the best that I can do so far.
I put myself in her shoes and think, if I had someone twice my age and experience, what he/she would tell me about my challenges... did she laughed so hard on my worrisome and sighed for my stupid mistakes?
-Oh, Kabul! I was so in love with you, everyone was! but no one had intention of protecting you. We all just used you and left you bleeding...
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