Suggestions, Chapter four: Where peace lingers

 

Within time, we fathom that one of our permanent allies was forever a quiet nemesis, gloating at us in silence, loathing every breath we exhale,

and dragging us into the furthest depths, where no scream can shatter glass, but only able to shatter our hearts, it drags us deep into a void, where you no longer recognize yourself anymore, maybe, you should’ve given up that cursed friendship, maybe, it’s all your fault; the fault of becoming a maimed version of yourself, or… Maybe, you should try sticking to the walls where your sorrow sink, and climb up your veins until you reach the summit, on which you can see the bigger picture and finally, escape…

Jerusalém, estamos chegando!

 

Cuidado: Este artigo é puramente analítico e não está afiliado a nenhum tipo de discurso de ódio contra ninguém, mas apenas para conscientização e para objetivos analíticos e críticos.

Então, onde tudo começou? 7 de outubro? A Nakba de 1948? Ou as Cruzadas?

Jerusalem, we are coming!

 

Cautious: This article is purely analytical and is not affiliated with any kind of hateful speech against anyone but only for awareness and for analytical and criticism objectives.

So, where did it all start? 7^th of October? The Nakba 1948? or The crusades?

It all started with Abel and Cain, gesturing a futuristic curse occurring between mankind, who never learn from conflicts, but proceed to create more and afterwards live a fabricated story of heroism – omitting the parts where innocents are murdered, homes are stolen and all in God’s name.

Suggestions, Chapter three: The devil manifests

 

Some people would wish for a good day to come, a moment of nirvana to surround them with peace and security – from all the burdens and all calamities. But some wouldn’t, as those days represent nothing but despair and frustration in the end, for them, good days are nothing but a gloat at all their fears and traumas, for them it doesn’t last long, hence, better absence than short visits.

Suggestions, Chapter two: A leap of faith

 

A raven in the crib, long has been petrified, longed for a witness, a cure and a tender breath to approach it, hence, lift the curse upon it perpetually. Some creatures were born to linger nowhere but graves, their timeline is short and the pain they leave behind lasts long, all the fragments those who loved them have are just evidences, evidences of their existence that didn’t extend much.

Suggestions, Chapter one: A tour to fatality

 

Utters none, the wounding soul,

through the plights long shall it lingers,

pleading for mercy to cover her cold neck like a shawl,

to remove her sore feet from the mud,

and to rest her on the shore, so that her fears wash away and all whimpers…