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Light a candle

Sihem Hannachi

When my heart has been broken for the first time, I didn't even make a move... I set down so quietly just looking around the empty dark room I was in.... I locked the door and so my eyes... I cried and laughed at once...I didn't cry for people who just left... I cried for me... For my loss... For that last innocence piece... And I laughed for how stupid I was when I trusted others... I locked myself for days and nights... I forget the color of mornings and the taste of dreams at nights... I forget how to breath another air except the one in my room... I forget how to speak... How to reorder letters to get meanings... I was only crying and laughing at once. Then... Suddenly... I stopped... And that was the moment when I realise that it was me the guilty... I am the one who gives them the chance to broke my heart... To steal my joy... To leave.

I stood up like if I was electrically chocked... I opened the window... I took a deep breath... The sun still shine!! Our neighbour's radio still sing... And the butterflies still fly between the flowers... The red still seducing, the sky still blue, spring had come making everything beautiful, and I was the only thing who get worse.

I looked in the mirror and barely reconise the girl I become... Pale face, dark circles, sad eyes that even don't look as mine...i headed my garde-robe, I picked the most colorful dress I had, I maked up to hide depression traces... I draw that smile and get ready to the hardest part even... Facing life.. . And... Hell!! People still smile, still love, still holding hands and lie to each other... Men still jurks and women still stupid or maybe acting like that. Roads still look the same... Coffee has the same magical effects and books still smell like heaven...no body had remark my absence... No body cried my sorrow... And planets  didn't stop turning...

And then I realise that depression is  weaker than the way it looks... It fears the lights and only comes in darkness.
Light a candle in your nights and don't mess the sun shining in the early mornings.

Sihem Hannachi