I Am Always Quiet So That I

Some Nights The Sky Wept Stars That Quickly Floated And Disappeared Into The Darkness Before Our Wishes Could Meet Them.

This Is One Of The Consequences Of The Civil War. People Stop Trusting Each Other, And Every Stranger Becomes An Enemy.

How Many More Times Do We Have To Come To Terms With Death Before We Find Safety?

We Must Strive To Be Like The Moon

I Lay In My Bed Night After Night Staring At The Ceiling And Thinking, Why Have I Survived The War? Why Was I The Last Person In My Immediate Family To Be Alive? I Didn’t Know.