In times of love, it times of war she strived to be her own hero. She has become her own temple, her own shield. The life has taught her to protect her heart like the country defends its boarders. She knew no other way to exist. She welcomed no visitors nor victors. No one understood her tongue, because she spoke without words. The only language she knew was the language of efforts, the only syllables she heard were “actions”. Extinct language. Extinct people.

Come. Quick. Heal insides. Watch how storm guides. Suddenly. He stood in front, completely blunt. “Go away”, she yelled. He stayed. “No saviours”, she states, As her hands sliding down his waist. And in his mute embrace She understood that she was his With gold tears rolling down her face.