" I came from a very far island with a bag in my hand full of old rotten papers written on it words that drew my map to the world of existence.As I sat down i pulled the papers out of my bag trying to expose them to sunlight to ease away the rotten lines.One line was so shinny and clear YOUR EYES ARE THE CURE OF EVERYTHING.I stood up again filled my bag and started searching for you.Nights and days where two different worlds of me.In the first one i searched for you in the real world with open eyes, the second one with a closed eyes and in all the other worlds." Haidar Malulein
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Haidar Malulein Joined: Nov-13-2015 |
"In 5/2/1995 my mom gave birth to me this date ,is not the only birth date for me .I am born at every date of a piece of my writings . I spent my childhood playing with words while children of my age used to play with toys. I used to walk on my paper lines instead of walking in the streets and drinking wine.I used to sleep on the chest of a tender word . My pencil grew up to became a pen that writes without any mistake .My eraser changed to a pillow ,and my pillow changed to be a paper . My address is the papers my location is in the content of my writings and my ending is still to be written" Haidar Malulein
