it is when your home turns to dust from sudden shellings and you walk over bodies of children,women and brave men you once knew,blown up in syria, the middle eastern sun even couldn't outshine this obscured darkness
when your first flight out of country ends up with you body tattered in pieces dropping from 35,000 feet just because pro rebel russians felt showing how big their ***** are,
and here you sit pleased in your well perfumed house petting your cat while writing on your mac-book, "the way he left me, I was confined to darkness" I pity your darkness but I hope you recover soon from a weak heart and delusions of insignificance