Anger, regret, happiness, faith, hope, despair... They all attack at once. Too much to tell, too little time to do. I feel so perplexed that the words don't even bother to come to the surface. Feeling both certain and doubting at the same time. Conflicting with myself, having my own battle with myself by me.
What kind of a life was that you lived? Both heaven and hell mixed into your lyrics. I feel like burning under cold rain. Not a mild september rain, a storm that hits in november like rain. My shattered heart is yearning, burning... But the tears are healing. This mixture of lyrics is healing it. My heart isn't a stone.
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IN MEMORIAM-TOŠE PROESKI (25.01.1981-16.10.2007)
Short StoryThis is a memoriam story about Toše Proeski. I don't remember when I started writing this but if I can publish, it will be published on 16.10.2015 which is the anniversary of his death. When I started writing, I never intended to finish the story. T...
