Valley of the Dead

Valley of the Dead. The most beautiful day dream i have ever seen in my life.

Infinite headstones made up by white marbles, red and white petals of rose flower on them, sorrowful epitaphs, dried leaves. I love dark fantasies, dreams with a mysterious dark flavor. But this time, it was not dark. But not bright too. There were no sun in the sky, but there were light. It was raining, but i didn't see the clouds. I was there, searching for something. But I didn't know what i was searching. Strange! Isn't it? To search something, we need to know what we are searching for. To do that we must have a mind. But i didn't have a mind. No mind, no thoughts. I was simply wandering in the valley. I didn't even know who was I. 

That was it. An unfinished dream. They way of my subconscious mind of protesting god. Or a silent question asking him for why the hell did you create me. God knows well that I hate my life. I asked him a thousand times to take my life. But He doesn't know that I can do it by myself. 2 D's. 'Drugs or Death'. I have to choose one of these. Lose totally myself to drugs or to take the hand of eternity. I prefer both. Because both ways can help me to transform to to something which i am not. Addicted to drugs and float in a world which is never exist. Or to die. That would be more practical. It takes courage to live and determination to die. I don't have courage, but i have determination. All i need is a spark. And i'm hopefully waiting for that..