The rain rushing like a broken woman's tears, 'should I keep going'? I kept asking my self, I looked back but saw nothing but void , even the front was not exceeded too, I tried predicting the time, and tried screaming wondering if this is a trance or a dream, I pinched my self but felt a numb pain, "what is going on"? I asked my self, I hoped for a solution and wondered if a hand can pull me from this misery, I wondered how long I have been here, a year, two, maybe I have been here all my life , I started questioning who I was, tried guessing my name, and later admitted my name did not matter, soaked, and weak in misery,I asked my self a question I have always asked,
WHO AM I?
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