I am my own outside of me. I have a name. I am a young man living in a wrong place in wrong time. Sometimes, I feel nothing except nothing. I inside of me is a part of me. My second self is the second part of me. The Two my selves hate each other. The third self is called the high self. Many factors are working together to finish creating this high self. Life is full of thorns which look like fruits. The wind takes the whole of me from one place to another as a plastic bag. Vanity is the friend of my first self. Loneliness is the heart of me. I am, as a whole, the victim of being honest, hospitable and being a real human inside a community which is full of wolves, pigs and demons. I am lost in the meaninglessness. I could not know who I am. And I do not know to where I belong to. Am I a human being or animal being or who? Who knows? All the time, something is running in my nerves. This unknown thing transports some burning and strange messages from my heart to all parts of my body. I do not know what these messages are about and if I know I could not tell you. I am completely lost.
A twenty-year journey looking for my selves is failed at last. I do not know the meaning of happiness anymore. From the moment, when my little fingers of my small hand and legs touched for the first time warm soil, I lost hope in the future and being optimistic. I miss my childhood. I want to go back to the time of being innocent. My childhood was an incomparable to incoming years of my life if I still have several years to waste... ( The Full something is coming)