Everything’s so blurry and everything’s so fake.

Because I’ve been on that road before and I’ve seen it all before. Men falling on their knees, men torn, left aside. Lost hopes and broken promises during an inconstant existence. Young and alive, their joy and laughter stolen, their dreams buried. Forced to sleep and live a nightmare forged in lies and deceits.

I’ve seen them walking their path in the darkness, slowly getting away, turning their backs, heading towards sorrow, danger and uncertainty.

I’ve seen men die over and over, I’ve seen men living as if they were dead, so numb. Surviving in a world that is falling to pieces, I’ve seen them twisted and broken.

Everything burns
while everyone screams.
Burning their lies.
Burning my dreams.

All the men I held in my arms, the ones I loved, fell down and crashed down to pieces, as the men that followed the same way. They were all on the edge sometime and they all went away, I could not save them. I tried to grab the last slight sign of hope I thought I saw in their eyes, until I noticed their eyes were closed, closed to the pain surrounding them. Shut down the doors behind them and I lost their track.

And everybody's empty
and everything is so messed up.

Then I look at you and I get sad, knowing you are being dragged away by the same current, that you are letting yourself go the same way. Their thoughts are yours and you make yours their lives. You believe the lies they are told but you don’t do it on your own.

I feel this pain, knowing what is gonna be your end. A thorn in my heart, knowing there is no remedy, no way back. For you all there is only a way. And it hurts, knowing that I can’t change it.

So when you read my words, words of wisdom, learnt in past lives, I hope you take a moment to think about what you are doing, why you are doing it and where you are going. Because I can’t change your future but your hands are stronger. I can’t save you because you can only do it by yourself. But I can warn you and tell you what is like, you can see it all in my eyes.

PS.1: When I was younger and innocent, I didn't know about these things and I made so many mistakes, until I learnt, the way things are and how it all works. I'd like to go back and make it all better, to be more tolerant and patient, to handle things better than I did then.

Only experience teaches you these things, how to behave, what to expect. You become wiser then more skeptical. But, all in all, I can say Iraq matured me.