It Happen's That 🙂

 It happens that your heart says to you: "Stranger, we are tired." It happens that you say to your heart: "Stranger, how can we rest?" It happens that you meet your heart at a remote airport that a stranger carries in a suitcase, goes away, neither a flight to catch, nor a seat to stay.

It happens that your words become insulting, your days a worry, and your nights a grief. It happens that the breezes become clawed, and the dew make you thrill. It happens that your days become blackened with graying eggs on your head, and the days make you thicken their cheeks, and the nights of their grandparents make you anxious.

It happens to be admired by a flaw, and to curdle with sweetness. It happens that the weight of the unbearable object is underestimated, and it happens that the the unbearable light of being is underestimated. It happens that you love your own hatred, and it happens that you hate your loved one. It happens that the nights change her nights, and the days announce her disappearance.

It happens that our faces hide our masks. It happens that we do not return to knowing our faces. It happens that we disagree with others, we agree with our hearts, and it happens that we agree with others, and we sleep anxious, in disagreement with those that were our hearts, so they took it. It happens that the mirrors deny us, wipe the dust off, remove the shrapnel from them, and forget our faces.

It happens that you forget an entire lifetime except for a night, and all days are forgotten except for a day, and all faces are absent except for an eternal feature and a smile. It happens that you do not control the walls of your heart. They have hung their generosity on its square, and it has become a king over whom you cannot break free.

It happens that you are besieged by snags and stories from everywhere, and you are not crying, and the tears interest you, the sackings from every foot, and you do not shake hands, so a face appears in the midst of the cloud of tears, and what looks like rain at night on the road lights: "Do not cry, and the world becomes a cloud, the universe is heaven."

It happens that the comrades are absent, or lost. They are absent from the calamities of time, and the decrees of the governments cut them off. It happens that you miss their laughs, and feel the thin ribs of your chest, and your heart dries under it, wondering: "When is my laughter also absent?"

It happens that a gazelle grows up, wriggles after it has been deflated, turns over after it was kissing, frowns after it has been whispering, and the features of arched eyebrows harden, repeat the seconds, not delay. It happens that life becomes a monster, and a prey 'deer'.

— Unregistered Life's Tragedy I