Dearest Dad!
I miss you. The color of the world i see, since you left is grey. Being infidel, or being sane has same defination. The festivities, like my soul are colorless. My body is a compromise of standing to my smiles, and my tears equally. I see a human version of me dying every other day, yet i do no harm to other beings. My soul has turned grey and my emotions are growing old! I am at that stage of my life, where even if the world collapse my only words will be Sabr! My skin doesn't sense the pain, and my mind doesn't alarm the danger. I have lost you, and there's no more lost unbearable. I am a scattered soul, with an integrated body because the world demands. There are things I refuse to do, not because of financial crises but because i don't have your emotional support anymore. I feel like if I am deceived by my own emotions.
Dad, I have stopped to look for you in person to person, that includes your brother because no home/person is warmer than you. I have stopped to follow the shadows of your death, that will take me to nowhere but to a brouhaha and embraced grief by opening my arms. I wonder, when we will meet again, will you embrace me in your arms, and tell me you are proud of me, or will you be disappointed how cold I have turned. I miss you like that most beautiful sunrise that remained uncaptured, or my longings are undying yet dead! I see a death of me in my dreams, yet my courage, sometimes refuses to give up on me. I look at myself as the most miserable yet so lucky,because I once had you. My words stopped to heal me long back, but the vacuum of my life between everything and nothing forces me to write. I am sorry, I couldn't be a symbol of love, faith and courage like you but I turned an emblem of grief! My eyes are witness to all breakdowns, the world knows nothing about. You my dad, are being missed on earth than any other longing this earth ever had witnessed. My relation with night are getting deeper, and my contacts with day are breaking down. Dad, deliciousness from sweets have disappeared. The spices of life died a terrible death. Don't worry I am fine, Yet sorry, this is a lie.
I see our separation as saddest story, thou I know ours is not only story. World doesn't have sad stories because princess' doesn't met prince, but because princess loses her king!
I miss you, Dad and I cant help it.
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