Broken Heart

No more than three hours I visited this beautiful Harbor area, starting from breakfast until I was left to leave, I had to force my steps back.

I really don't know what happened today. My head started to feel heavy when the bitter bits pierced my heart. I'm just about to start something that I want to strive for here.

" God, isn't this unfair? You didn't give me wealth or the ease of finding a job, now you've taken a love I haven't even started. You don't even give a poor man even. I've even violated my own principles. Isn't this outrageous ? "

I almost cried in the train when I was talked with my self. Instantly my heart groaned remembering the misfortune that always happened in my life. The world has never been on my side.

Poverty discouraged me from pursuing higher education and hoping that life would be easier when I chose to work.

The stupid women in the factory always looked at me like a witch who licked my boss, looking at me bright and cheerful. The fear surrounding me gave me a meaning of trauma.

My natural talent wasn't quite accepted in art galleries due to lack of a license.

I would love to live in Scotland, in Edinburgh and/or in Glasgow in Great Britain. It is possible that several well-known media portals responded to one of my best writings.

The smell of the rain in Edinburgh might just blow away a ship of misery.

London, I will run here and there following acting, modeling or even musicians in the entertainment world.

I have no other passion. Several times it occurred to me to learn to sew from my grandmother. But I'm not competent enough to practice balancing my brain and body movements together.

However half of my heart was already carried away by it. I know maybe what he said is also true, he may not be a good person and my life will be more messed up if I insist on being with him.

But a part of my heart really weighs on him. My empathy keeps saying there is a wound in his heart, something that I can feel together. Like understanding the pain so much that I want to hold him in my arms. I want to kiss his lips. I want to whisper a magic sentence that calms him down. What kind of stupidity when I can empathize with the irony of my own life.

" It's really tragic the way your life is, jull "

My mind was in a state of confusion as to what I should do next.

" Should I let it go when I just fell in love ? "

Walking like a horse that can only see the front side of a road, where the Saudi Arabian Desert is the field, I arrived at the apartment weak and hot. It seems like I just brought a fever with me as a typical souvenir of the Blue City.

As usual without bathing, I threw myself on the old bed with the scent of Romeo. The smell took me away to the land of dreams for a few days.

My white roses began to bow wither and yellowish at the ends of their beautiful petals. Some of them have aborted their share. Scattered, scattered and scattered in the night wind.