It was at the beginning of the spring that a fight started inside me. During the nights of sleeplessness, I was burning in the flames of a war that its motive and its opponents all were parts of me. It was clear to both sides what this conflict was about.
The battle eventually ended with victory for one side and defeat for the other side. There were corpses everywhere covered by the ashes of the burned land. However it was unclear what was gained by the war and it remained unknown who won the battle. It was then dictated by the conqueror to the defeated that nobody must ever know what this conflict was about.
Time passed by over the wasted land until sprouts of some herbs appeared, gradually growing up. Even some flowers bloomed out of the black ashes. Hope returned to the defeated. What else could one expect when the winner, the failed and the reason are all the same?
However for the burned trees to blossom again Sun was needed. The warm, kind light of Sun was needed to revive the frozen soul. Sun was however hidden behind the dark clouds, the garment of the conqueror. It felt that another war was about to happen.
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Ah, Hope, are you my friend or my enemy? Without you I die and with you I am tortured to death.
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Oh, Sun is watching us. Hush.
(Silence)
