Sometimes One Just Can't Write...

I've been trying but I cannot write about this.
It hurts.
I'm sad.
And there is no end to this circus...

I get angry but my sadness covers the flames of that anger.
I'm less today and I cannot fill that gap myself. I can only hope that there will be many more Armenians to do what he did (and more) who will give me a part of my own identity back.

But how can one expect that after this very event? see, I cannot write about this.
It hurts.
I'm sad.
And there is no end to this circus...