The Narcist

Hope

In the blowing of the wind that touch the high bush in the the wide savannah a tired walking man kept on pacing the area aimlessly.

Big birds were flying high away cleaving the sky .

Some dogs were digging up bones they buried some times ago .Lafthan was clenching his teeth in refraining his exhaustion.

He was pondering around an ancient typical question of the poor forgotten people.

"Am l trash or unwanted creature ?"

The pushing existence was swallowed up by the sight shadow of the open nature.

Was it a masquerade of helplessness or folly .?His heart inside still beating then he asked the question and answered himself in silence.Tiredness made him stop to walk .He looked around to pick a place to sit .

Who did have these spot around here ?Was it belong to nobody..?He tried to trace all the site as a whole area with unpleasant feelings as the result of knowing that the questions would lead to nowhere.

Who would help answering all that then what was the benefit of that anyw