Summary : All of us have a secret.
One of us is a fraud. One of us is liar. One of us is a coward. One of us is a junky. One of us is a murderer.
All of us are sinners, all of us are guilty.
I have no one and you forget me. Shall I wander I like that I ask you, please help me. I am not a helpless slave, please voice is sad, voice in the dessert, memories. Fate and time have taken everything we had. If I love you I will kneel and in tears. I fall on my knees, begging for you forgiveness. The roamer in me you spare. The sinner in me – you try to understand. Will we hide the tears and the trails of love? How we will forget those wounds?
The Devil pulls the strings by which we're worked:
By all revolting objects lured, we slink
Hellwards; each day down one more step we're jerked
Feeling no horror, through the shades that stink.
Charles Baudelaire
Life is lovely when you are little kid. Beautiful, sunny days that are full with purity and naivety. Happy songs and magical games...
Then we grow up. Problems arise, complications, disappointments, difficulties... Things we can not deal with, things we don't want to face. So we lie our way out of our problems. We run, we play hide and seek with our destiny. We try to escape but there's no way out. We are stuck in that endless battle for power, trying to find ourselves, pretending that we are not what we are – pile of nothing. There is no love, no friendship, no happiness, only fear.
Life is pretty simple in the beginning.
Then the pain comes...