Esmer Yara Beyaz Kurt

“My eyelids were starting to feel heavy. I was beginning to experience the temporary state of death. my eyes
As I was closing in on the stars, the sound of the crickets was starting to sound clearer. damp on my back
I could feel the earth. As I smelled it, I wished all these things would last after I died.
I wish I could feel the beauty. With this thought, everything started to feel more pleasant to me.
The faint sound of the wind gently passing through the fresh leaves of the trees, and then
The peace of the cool breeze touching my skin was spreading throughout my body. The wind carries the fresh scent of herbs
While spreading, the calming sound of the night was inviting me to a sweet sleep..."
“They were a little hard to see. We didn't leave any traces. Still, it wasn't obvious. Footsteps
As we got closer, we held our breath. Their voices always sounded metallic to me. The voice of death
I was wondering if it was metallic? How could one evoke so much death? How are the footsteps?
Could he bring death this close? While they were so close to each other, the slightest sound
Touch, the smell of cigarettes, a shadow could end everything. It was like being in purgatory. He is thin
Every time I feel myself on the line, my blood flows faster, my heart beats harder,
I would notice my breathing becoming irregular. He doesn't care at the moment, but everything is back to normal.
When he returned, I would be ashamed of being afraid. Still, I feel confident in walking that fine line.
I wouldn't give up..."