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.