No One...

I love to hear the whispering of birds,coming from the tree far away from my home.The naat's voices that mix together and create a divine melody.The noise of crowd that make nonsense.I dwell in everything.In divinity,in mystery,in melancholy,in felicity and in whispering.

Who am i?

When i think of it my head gets crashed and i find no answer.Mixing with people,i share their colors.Floating with the same waves on which i sank once.Same me.Same situations.Same pain and same drama.Life goes on.

Sometimes,i feel it's childish to think like that.But on other moment,i feel so relived when i think things like this.I am alone.Sitting idle like a dumb and wandering like a kid absorbing different passions within a single soul,i think,sometimes,who i am?..A shadow?a lover?a beloved?a curse....question mark...And i am still feeling a pang of jealousy and vanity.I burn in eternal damnation.I,who has no identity,still rely on a body that weakens with every hit of trouble.I'll leave this body,too,oneday.Then...who am i?....

No one...