Mysterious Game ( Wild Horses )
Yet, which is better?
Dream or reality?
Friends and company or enemies and loneliness?
Love or no love?
To be happy and all smiling for no reason, or there must be a
reason and a price for joy and happiness.
And the list of questions goes on and I wish if each question
requires one answer only. It would have been a lot simpler and easier for me to
choose the type of living that I’d like to continue my life with. But it’s
never going to happen this way as everything does happen for a reason and don’t
ignore the fact that you were brought to this life for a reason as well. If you
think that way for once, perhaps your overthinking problem will be resolved by
then. Did you know?
Surrealistic Piece of Chocolate:
What happened there? Why is everyone melting like a piece of
chocolate?
The mystery of vanishing here is so frightening. I am laying down here waiting to see the stars and the moon whether their colors will turn out to brown, or dark brown like chocolate or not. And too many other questions that I can’t think of at the very moment, but that’s okay come and check back later, maybe by the time you leave me alone surviving my daydreams and memorize them well the way it’s supposed to be maybe I will by then could have prepared some fascinating questions about life and death and the desire of you seeing me transforming to a piece of chocolate, a special type of chocolate, the hot melted kind. I know.
History
No one burns in those old cities, as we were told before! That
sarcastic history lied to us during that very dark night.
No one, but me, you and our third partner, who will be coming after
several light years, completing the journey of death and immortality after us.
So shut up now and let me finish the rest of my favorite movie, feel free to either
listen to me or leave me alone, please.
Love Is Pain
Keep
inspiring me while I'm still watching my favorite games of yours. Since you
never tried to feel about what’s going on inside me, nor the sorrow that I’ve
been suffering from for years then why my actions seem to be a question every
single time you see me going all silent, sitting by myself painting, sleeping,
or go out for a walk also by myself. I was clear and been explaining to you
more than once how your company isn’t welcomed anymore and yet you still
consider yourself someone special in my life, or my reflection at some point.
Since nobody can figure out my struggles except for you then why just can’t you
leave me alone and set me free instead of blaming, hurting, and torturing each
other and playing our favorite roles of being the victims whether I am the
reason behind your frustration or you.
So please tell me, can we put an end to
this story?
Useless Voices
All people are similar in this silent city
No rhythm for their footsteps
No voices
All we see are leaves falling from the
trees
We rely too much in the light of the moon
We barely see the sun in this iced, dead
city...
We barely make eye contact to our other
significant,
And most people in this town don’t even
have a significant other
Something expected a scene that’s been
prepared for ahead of time…
Loneliness and desperation were meant to
play a major role in our lives
In this city, nobody seems to understand
you nor try to know who you really are…
Nobody … just nobody…
Silence is all about the environment of
this city…
Nothing to say here, as all stories will be
the same
All stories will be the same… and each
story going to repeat itself over and over until we get to the day when no one
would survive in here…. Everyone will be gone,
I will be gone and that means you will no
longer receive or read letters from me…
It is my destiny. So, why would I be afraid
of saying that though?
But no worries, I’ll make sure to write and
draw some signs that shows you whether the coming up letter going to be my last
one or not.
I promise you that I will not disappoint
you on that!
I PROMISE.
My dream baby, sincerely,
The Video Gamer once said!
Those who run naked in the streets in my
dreams make me wonder, where did they come from?
My dear friend, take it easy
I don't talk to anyone, and I don't want anyone if you're that kind of person, you're welcome. You're my friend. Otherwise, we are enemies until I am convinced that you are a good person.
I Am Wild as A Mysterious Game
(Wild Horses)
Letters From Baghdad series, Part III
Bedor Alobaidi
Inspirational songs:
Bishop Briggs-Wild Horses
Korn-Coming Undone
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