Love is a two edged sword.
I am out without ever experiencing love for a second.
I am out with rags for clothes, after making attempts to make a home out of a forest filled with thorns.
In the process, my heart and body were torn with thorns that surrounded the forest.
The animals in the forest where I should called home devoured me, shredding my heart into pieces.
I am out of a world, where the only existing weather is hot and dry.
Despite the dryness in that world, I fought for a reason to live normal life, but I never found any.
The world shared a common boundary with Adam and Eve.
I am out of a world, where love was the language of the saints and angels. Human were not permitted to use it.
I am out of a world, where I was ruled by loneliness, though silver, gold and diamond were used for decoration
I am out of a world, where I cried like an abandoned child, who needs the service of the mother.
In the chain of slavery, I still existed until the forces of darkness; my taskmaster pushed me out into the street yet I SURVIVED.