I thought suffering part ended, I thought I had it all, I was wrong. Harsh storms got harsher, hard things got harder and the pain increased. Tears still stream, I still learn new things about you. Both of them are out of my control. I burnt, turned into dust, lost half of me yet here I am on this path. I don't know when the path will end or will it ever end? Air is swirling, fire is burning, water is hurting, earth is squeezing and the soul is suffering with the chains. I am a prisoner in my mind and in my soul. But if I let the mind take you over I screw it up that's when I shut thinking and letting the soul in.
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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...
