Anonimatus
She is there… of course she is…. No one sees her but the moon does… it is nothing more unexplainable than the emancipation of a soul. She had sat outside to watch the rain…. and so I heard her. The color of her voice which seemed to resemble the color of pain… A plain purple sound that said nothing about who she had been before. An internal crying… The voice of those who cry without a listener…. Yes she was a part of those… and while the world laughed and everyone seemed to enjoy their oxygen pretty well she didn’t enjoy hers on her side of the earth. It was the night, that one particular night in which she had made herself cry. The opening of herself into the discrepancy of feelings. Feelings that she could not longer feel. her life it was her life that she had left behind. The wanting to escape her reality in order to create a new one on a false intent. The feeling of wanting to succeed on this game call life but on the mean time the main coach seemed not to not like her very much. And so every time she pushed her cards foward in an intent to play a new round he simply pushed her back. Her hair which seemed to be incredible long and almost white. I don’t know that history had ever seen a young lady of her age with incredible long white and black hair for It is said that is not age which matters the most on one’s life. Not at all on the contrary; The game of life is not about how many years you stay on it but its how you stay on it. Her name was…. never mind Im not sure about her name nor does it really matter. Im not exactly sure about her age either. But she had lived long enough to see the death of too many good christians, the unreciprocated love, The lost of many many dreams, and most importantly the lost of her life. Her hands had to hold on tie to her dreams years before but somehow they had all gone away. And so there she is sitting near a window. There she is watching the sunset from a window. Last time I saw her she sat there… there near the sun. She sat in a white little chair… She brushed her long black and white hair. She counted each and every single white hair of hers and in each one of them she found one of her lost battles….
