dear life 44

dear life,
as i write to you my tears are running down my face for my heart is aching with sorrow and despair. yesterday we bed farewell to Khatami and today the new guy is swearing in for his four-year presidency. i am crying for myself and for all those who watched as their dreams and hopes for a better future were gone in two weeks of presidential campaign. i cry for those who really wanted and who tried with all they could to bring some change to this country. i cry for all that we achieved will be gone in no time with the new wave of officials and their thoughts spreading its shadow over the small rays of lights we were inviting in. what will come next is so uncertain, even when we were certain the events turned out to our shock, so what now?