۱۳۹۰ اردیبهشت ۸, پنجشنبه


There I was , Under the rain of .50 cal Bullets .
Suddenly I realized that I won't miss anyone and no one's left to miss me.
I realized that I was expandable .
I was insignificant .
I was a headstone at best .
It felt ... It felt like freedom .
Losing everything was freedom .