I feel like writing.
About the sadness inside. A dry sadness. Never been this dry!
I cant sleep
I can only think, and mourn …
What is to mourn? The carnal death of a person or the rational death of a nation?
I cannot shed a single tear
Yet, I shout and I hit and I strike and I hit again
And I cannot sleep and I hit
And I mourn.
Your loss affected me
It hit me
It killed me
And I mourn…
And I do not mourn your death
And I do not shed a tear on your loss
I mourn my nation
And the people of my nation
And their downfall
They are the ones staying
Dying but staying
You are gone.
I will miss you. But I will also envy you.
They will stay
…living dead
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