Refugees wherever we go

Sam was born from the womb of the flames of life, she blossomed between black and white, and settled on the edge of life, diamond letters with golden threads Sam wove and embroidered to make a sweater that gathered the colors of life. She left behind a thousand books in her life, and an audience as numerous as the stars in the sky. At the intersection of life, Sam met her inspiration; where she whispered in his ear, saying: "I will not love you, just a middleman, an old fool, I will never be enamored with your smile." He whispered, saying: "I apologize, my little one, but you are my homeland." The path a person takes sometimes conflicts with his true self, the clash of personalities, your constant feeling that two people live inside you, you and your vile, bad self, the situations you create to bring out the vigour of your good scent that is not different from your vile self, the destruction of happy moments, and the violation of the feelings of others, that is who you are in reality... you are a devil.