Has your life ever felt like a war. Where mornings and waking up is like marching to the battlefront and sleep is like night coming as to halt what is to be resumed tomorrow. But I wonder what do warriors, soldiers dream of. I wonder if like me their wars follow them into their dreams. There’s no escape you see. The blood is just too thick that washing them first from your hands, then from your consciousness is meant to leave some trace.Then I wonder if there’s a bridge which connects hopes, happiness to reality. I wonder if all it takes is to tread that distance for you to be happy, hopeful once. Sometimes I see a bridge in my dreams, I think it’s the one but sun has a habit of taking it all away. With time you grow fearful of the sun, of its blinding rays because you know what you are going to see once it lights up the world. You wake up, march again to what might be your end and then walking back regretting how it was not. Life is like a war these days, you know. But it’s just that I am to walk alone, I don’t have an army you see. It’s my war that you will never know of and it’s my war that you will never be a part of. Unlike a soldier’s war mine won’t end with me being a survivor or a martyr because all that silent wars leave behind are just lost victims. And I am destined to be one.

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