When I was a child, I loved the sunset when the yellow pleasant light blew and shed light on the walls, and made things goldish. I woke up everyday morning to watch this scene and when it happened, everyday, my chest filled by a mysterious glory and pride, peace and pure loving sense. I would left the bed half an hour before sunset and sit on the roof and watch this scene, when everybody was in bed. My father thought I am having mental issues. He forces me to stop doing it. But the feverish sense of seeing that scene, and the craziness of my spirit, made this as everyday struggle with the rules and the rulers; he ruled me, and forced me to sleep when sun set, and I struggled to stay woken, to meet the purity. I now have won, though tired and alone. cl.ly/ZRiz?_ga=1.232290523.573127290.1417375004
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 02:21:11 +0000
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