My name is August, and this is the story about how my world died.
At first- the sky was lighted up by a thousands of different colours- like blue- and yellow and orange. And then- it was stardust as long as the human eye could se. It was beautiful. Too beautiful.
I wish I would have known then what I knew now, Maybe then there would still be six of us?
I tap with my fingertips gently on the broken pieces of the wineglass- it is the only thing I got left from them.
A wineglass.
I've never been the one who has been careful about...Being alive. I've never seen life as a gift, to be honest. Never wished for a new morning to grow.
But now, when I was finally ready to feel something, something different. Something real.
It was too late.
The only thing I can hear now is the sound of silence.
And..If you haven't gone trough the unholy sound of the silence, you can never imagine how fast it can drive you crazy.
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The end of my world
شِعرMy name is August, and this is the story about how my world died.
