There are no moonlight, no sunlight

The earth is so dark…

No wind to take breath.

There are no flowers

No color

The earth is colorless

There are no bird, no butterfly

No song, no color, no light…

No love, no humanity

The earth is so dark…so…

Why  life? 

Some people have enough to say about it. Anyone will be can say life is amusing . . . Another will be can say life is boring . . .
But I think , life like a black hole, there I am circulating. What can I say about life? - Only I live a life. No feelings. No sadness, no fun, no happiness. That’s all.
I don’t want anything from life .It gave me nothing . . . it will give me anything . And I am also give it nothing . So our give and take is equal .We are not bound with each other.
If life stay with me , well .If not , it will be better . . .

She is my little mermaid. Only mine .her love is water. She likes playing, singing with water. Her dream is swimming on the open, unlimited ocean, where water singing, in day sun shining, at night moonlight is laughing.
But she is prisoner, prisoner in the limited water. Nobody can help her. Because it is her fate.
My little mermaid always happy. happy her best . Only . . . when . . . midnight, moon in the middle sky, moon light is around her . . . drops of salty water in her eyes . . . her dream is ocean water . . . salty water !
What can we do? Are we not prisoner?

Last night she came, with hundred fragrant red flowers. She kept them beside my head on the bed. Those flowers were for me .it was make me happy. She had shining and laughing face.
She kissed on my forehead . . . touched my chicks with her cold hands, but I felt love and warm . . . she stood with me for a little moments.

No, she was not angel but she was beautiful and loving angel only for me. My angel said ‘good bye’ . . . But I could not say anything.

I have no feelings now. Sorry I told lie. Some time ago I felt angry but it was too little. May be it was not my real emotion. I can say about that. But not. I will say another things. That was my happy time . . . I was a little blue butterfly. I had loving mother . . .she took me in her arms and flew . . . flew . . . flowers played with me . . . the sky kissed me . . . they loved me . . .
One day I felt I have no mother. I am alone. Alone, in the whole earth . . .

I have some questions . . . answers are there, in wind, they are like people. They are whispering. But I cannot understand, they are what saying. It is very important for me - knowing these answers.
Who will help me . . . help me any one, who will be can? These questions will kill me . . .

" I want to bake . . . i want . . . but i can't . . . " its not my saying ! She was told me . Told me ,a midnight . I feel her sadnees.
I think , she loved the earth too much . She wanted to stay with us .
but it was not possible . . . and at last she had gone . Gone for ever . But i . . . i waiting for her . Waiting every day . . . every night . . . every alone moment . . . waiting . . .

i will be back