ı had planned everything before that terrible day : i was going to go to my fiance,and we were going to take a date for our wedding. but what is this darkness now in front of my eyes? what is this coldness in july? am i dead or the world has come to end? a day ago,i was with my family,now,where are they?am i alone like a butterfly in the sky? i wish,i could scream.. but no one can hear me other than this concrete.
there is a huge concrete jungle on me. i can't bear this force. i feel,all the building is on my abdomen.. i feel myself like a bed to that wreck..
oh yes,maybe the sun rose outside. but i don't know whether i would have that chance to see that life giving light..what i know is that life is a train..and i suppose, this is my last station..