I am writing here again after pretty a long time. I made
myself not to write the lives. I live many lives literally, of
unbelievable kinds and non-existing; sometimes platonic Romeos and Juliets or
Ulyssess and Aristotles.
An Expat! Far from the land of roots and romances, time took me to
the exotic and strange lands of dreams. The air is suffocating with the
pollution of dreams of expats including mine. It's strange and horrible to feel
the air of my new lands because I feel wetness of tears and hollowness of
dreams in the air left by my unfortunate fellow beings. Here, I stand on my own
legs firm and staunch, to witness the passage of time along with the depletion
of age of my fellow being. I fly above them like a hawk. I don't prey them, but
I prey their dreams left untamed and hollowed. Who am I here? An occurrence?
Falling into the perfect shapes of time and space gravity contradicts its own
laws.
Reality is much better than the fantasy as it constitutes the
beauty and the beast. Taming them is a war of all the times and romances of all
times. Let me get back into hers.
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