Night chaos

nationall (56)in #freewrite • 8 years ago

When the night comes with its calmness and silence, it turns our memories inside and leaves a mess that we can not arrange. My soul thirsts for those who are under the dust and takes me to those places that I once gathered ...
And reminds me of the stations of departure when he was at the station I saw one waving his hand to a place where there is no return.
And who left and returned and how they found the doors locked in their faces?
And betrayed the covenants and turned after love and affection to enemies as if we did not get them something. Is love really turn to hate one day and reminds me that the biggest mistake that a person may commit in the right of himself is attachment to people? Not by things?
Because addiction itself may lead to the abyss and remembered those doors around me, perhaps I no longer find the calculation
But I keep some of them
A door: in it who seduced life after what was a good bond and drowned in splendor and auctioneer forgot even his parents? How can you not even forget you?
He even lost his identity
A door: There are a lot of traitors and it was said that the great nation is broken only by its sons from within ...
Do not meet loyalty, honesty, sincerity, love, affection, hatred, lying, hypocrisy and deception in one body?
Either it bears the qualities of a sincere person or vice versa
A door: where it was a wounded looking for who heal his wounds and the best routes and learn to stand on his feet
When he learns to walk on his feet, he will walk on you and leave. He no longer needs you
A door: in which learn love on your hand and was like a bird for the dawn of a new day you find at the window singing you freshest tunes
But today he plays for another person and stands at another balcony .. There are birds that love the departure and migration and do not like stability
Instead of remaining in one country? And it will become its home
My friend whispers to me: Who was faithful to you by leaving? Be faithful to forgetting?
And tell them that our hearts are not our own? There are those who love us and live in them and there is noise inside them
There are those who took a nook without disclosing to us so keep their hearts and do not close it because it is not yours alone
I remembered that I did not choose the method of writing that I did not write in order to write but it meant a lot to me and emptied with my bag and removed some of what I carry on my shoulder maybe I did not write and read some of my words ...
There are those who are lost between the lines and there are those who feel that I wrote about him between my lines because some stories are similar
And because I did not write for myself only, I used to combine this and that, the pen was and still means a lot to me
Some feelings are hard to explain when we translate them in another language and in different ways
May I leave? Maybe I'll come back in a day? I may have found a departure solution and may not have been a solution in a day
But we will receive if the rest of the age is addicted to the love of people and their sweet and bitter divide is impossible to forget them
And their memories will continue to fill his memory even if he is gone where there is no return ...