You are my never-ending July, my bleak December, my tear-stained September and drunk April. You are my insanity and my rationality.
Wild flowers whispered to me: He is blessed by heaven and cursed by hell at the same time. How is this possible? He’s really a human?
I didn’t have an answer to this question.
So many years we torturing each other with love and heal each other through pain.
Please, tell me who you are? Or… what you are? For what sins we are punished by this bitter-sweet eternity?