Ivan Sokac


Being at the end of the line is the most beautiful place to be.

The giggle of the gullible lips makes you laugh. Even the thunder spares you when they get bored by him and cuts them like a sword. The stormy cloud slices them just in passing. Not accidentally…

Then you see how some have passed through, although their path is not known. It makes you wonder….

However, it is better this way, at the end.

The only thing you have to get used to is that no one has your back. You must know you are alone and if you lose your strength, you don’t have no one and nothing to hold on to. The one in front of you does not turn his head back.

You have to be alone, be your own, somewhere far away at the end of the line…

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Published on e-Stories.org on 09/18/2019.


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