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Sometimes life gets hard. It gets hard to handle situations. I felt myself so weak last days. I was really hopeless. I felt myself as a skin staying between two wars --the war that is going outside of me and the war that is taking place inside of me. I lost control... I felt vulnerable. The life was attacking me endlessly by throwing shitty relationships of people towards me. I was frustrated, because I did not wanted to react to anything. I did not wanted to react to people's words and actions even if I found them very irritating. Because it all did not matter. Ok, it did matter, but it was not enough...

Karina thought about the reason of not being able to hear the sound of falling leaf. She wondered about how was it possible that this huge leaf gently touching the surface of ground makes no noise. Sun was setting. Sun's plate reminded her a face hided behind the mountains on the horizon and numerous sunrays were its fingers blindly touching objects on the land. She loved moments when all houses and trees were enlightened from one side by the golden touch of sunlight. The world around would turn into the masterpiece of nature. It seemed as if she was staring at the true face of the world, because...

It was a quiet day. Nothing special. The window was wide open. There was a noice coming from mouthes of folks. There was dust coming from tires of vehicles. Only uniqueness of that day was brought by the butterfly that flew and sat on the window sill. Its wings decorated with triangular patterns were black at the edge. It was bright orange. " You think that this butterfly's colour is orange, right?" said the smooth and calming voice in her mind. Someone's hand gently touched her shoulders. "It is not orange. It is only an illusion. Play of light. The play that makes you believe it's orange.....

John was walking on the street. The street was not familiar to him. Suddenly there appeared rhytmic sound of walking strangers. Then the owners of this sound emerged themselves. They all looked the same - black hat and black coat. They started making a line - some of them stood ahead of John, while others tried to take the place behind him. They all were looking down. - Hey, what is happening?- asked John the gentleman standing next to him. There was no response. - Sorry, Sir, but I am talking to you- said John. This time he tried to speak louder. But he could not acknowledge the difference - the voice was still quiet...

Good luck in the hell - were the last words he hear before falling down. One.Two.Three.Pain.Chaos.Darkness. The end. Light was so bright that ....that what? Actually he had no words to describe what was happening to him. He had no feelings. He just could somehow understand if something was good or bad for him. He did not liked this light. Though he did not know why, it was easy to understand that something bad was just starting. Something bad and endless. There were walls moving towards him. He could not went through them. There was no way to escape. He looked up. The voice inside him said that he can fly if his soul is pure...