Epiphany: Lost in the translation.

All intellectual life search for a meaning in life. I also have been searching it; sometimes I found it in revolution and love most of the time life seems so meaningless in abstract ways. We create illusion of meanings to go on. If I were born in different time I must have been a revolutionary; or a great lover. This darkness inside me is born out of memories and tragedies not ashamed of it I have embraced it. You will see these reflections in my writing I wont call myself a poet Because I am more than that.