Chelie

Since I’m the artist of my life, I sketched it smoothly even in the smallest details, erased all the mistakes and vibrantly colored it. I did all the best I can in the field of my work, made them to trust me and excel not only for the position I had. I trained in Europeans country like Genève – Switzerland and Lyon – France, which gave me more confidence and achievement.

But I can’t tell I’m fulfilled despite of all this. There something inside me which I found broken, it is my “mind” and “heart”. It is like not me, an “androids” manipulating by other human being.  Every moved I done was a written script, and “yes” I act well. Covered my face in a mask, showing how strong I am. In fact I’m softer than cotton, my heart is weak and there are some sleepless nights which made me cried.

This is not I want, “a temporary dream” and I borrowed now a half decade of my life walking in a desert.  I’m almost completely done in my missions. I can catch again a rain in my two hands and not the sandstorm powdering my head.

I’m counting now every night, days, months and yet years to comeback in a land of the morning, the place which I belonged.

A time I will decide to give up everything what I had now, but no regrets. Continuing to the battle of my life but I know I will not be alone. Reunite to someone who will hold my hands and ready to catch me if I will fall and he is the man I love that whom I will tell “yes, it is the right time”.