Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Murdered


I am killing my self slowly for the third time, Ramallah was the third murderer of my soul, stabbed me twice in my soul and then my heart, in less than 5 months, I bled, I bled oceans of emotions and tears.

What is I like to be endlessly happy? What did I do? I know that many live in misery, and can worse than what I am complaining about, but a bleeding heart and soul is the worst.
I envy all animals and those creatures that do not recognize longing, love, death, betrayal and what does it mean to be a human.

Karma! It is KARMA, I am paying back for what I didn't do.