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How to begin with this tragedy?

What is my goal with this story?

Actually, reader, I want to show

How you can see people, who are rather desperate.

They are hinding behind their smiles,

Uknown... They move within the shadow...

These kind of people really exist, look how they walk into the dark night without the stars

Blinded by shadows, without expression, surrounded only by their thoughts...

This is confession of a soul just like that,in hope af understaning her and her pain...

That soul lived just for music, and for music it has died...



31. October



Just another dead night, night when all the ghosts are awaken...

Shall I suvive this pain?

My dear friend, I plead you, tell me what to do?

I am sick of past, there is no sense to count the moments sice we untill we see each other...

I am too deep into this.

There is nobody who can save me...

At some point I am happy for it, looking at the stars, listening to the wind how it is throwing leaves at the cemetery.

I set alight the candle and I have praid for a soul.

In these moments I am trying to recall my past.

These night ghosts are haunting down my soul, my thoughts.

Therefore, forgive me if I write you with no sense, no order.

I am describing you my soul.

I am wandering shall I be these pour immaterial creature, which is wandering along the land, seeking for justice...

You are the only one that truly knows me and my pain.

These night I have had a visit with an unusual being, a ghost...

He was seeking for love... I understanded only a little, that his love had bieng the one who had poisened him. Now he his only wish is to kiss her for the last time... Pitifull creature...

More than anything I was shocked by the look of him, he had an grey suit, in his pale hand he held a grey rose, almost faded. His shoes had that same sick grey glow.

His eyes I will never forget...

Cold and yet so blue, in which my reflection could be seen mixed with all his memories.

Their eyes where the expression of his soul, painfull and sad, and his look was embodiment of all his destiny and pain...

While he was talking about his love, his aura shined, even his face got an almost normal expression. I remember his accent and presence, it all seemed that he is been seaching for his love for decades.

I have return to my place, and I fell asleep with tears...



WELL DO'NT THINK THAT THIS IS ALL, YET IS TO COME, THIS IS ONLY A BEGINING.

I HAVE TO TRANSLATE THE REST OF THE TEXT AND IS IS RATHER DIFFICULT BECAUSE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN CROATIAN AND ENGLISH.



And forgive me for my grammer lapses...