It seems like a bomb have been dropped in Transylvania.
It's like everybody is walking around town, lost in torn &tattered clothes, bare from open wounds, desperately pursuing someone to live their broken lives for.
Everybody used to be so strong, yet still stuck in th rubble, waiting to be exposed by th light of th sun again.
Some continue sobbing day &night with dried tears that creates stain on their used-to-be pampered cheeks.
But I slouched against th wall of th alley, watching over helpless kids with th glimmer of innocence cum pain scarred in their eyes.
Its been th hundredth time I'm straddling empty air, it is already a way of life, but how about my loved ones?
Th chilly wind lingers around them with marks of haunts of th dead.
Hopes &faith was demolished as soon as th buildings tipped over their sanity &strength.
This would be remembered, &this would make them stronger.
How dark else can Transylvania be?

Labels: I need someone who understands.