complaint box

Some words never get old. Two years ago, the word 'I want freedom' is still as new. How can I release someone who has never been locked in a cage? At the beginning of the journey you have left only endless complaints. You have taken time to know me like Tema for almost two years. The more you know, the more I have become a mature place in your list of dislikes. I don't have any hindrance to understand that the astrology of the night and the rhythm of poetry that was wrong to look for are unknown to me. I know my stories don't touch you anymore, so I don't want my stories to bother you anymore. I only have one regret, I never knew if love is really beautiful. I feel like you forgot the words you said to me. you are gone Do you remember, you said to write letters and keep the letters in a box, which will be called complaint box. Once in a month that complaint box will be opened but it has been almost two years and many letters have accumulated but they and our Didn't read. I also don't want the complaint box to be burdened by the story of my failure. This last letter which may never reach you, I also don't want you to be able to bear the burden of reaching it. Today is the day of my release. I released you from my memory. If this memory is erased, there will be no more pride and complaints. Today, the curse of loneliness does not feel good anymore. Why is there no beauty in the sky of this night. Two years may be a long time but not longer than tonight. It seems that the sky is covered with a black sheet today to deprive me of its beauty. You may never have to lie your head on my shoulder again. Believe me - I have no third eye that will ever be fooled by another. You never understood that a huge window was needed to see this sky. Welcome to my complaint box.