Light, Glitter... Dreams
In this darkness of the moonlight,
the pain is a constant memory of a burning question. I have seen home and tasted
the bitter blood of loneliness. However, the path that opens up ahead lies untaught
and straight. As a fusillade of road bumps that pierce my body along the
untrodden path. Yes, I have seen home and tasted its sweet sore flames. Burned
in the heat of the sunlight and frozen in the desert of moonlight. Now, I dance
in the memory of a flickering flicker that frolics in the fading eyes. While
the spasms of the heart long for a forgotten day of brightness, I feel the
flock of an imaginary snow touching my hand and taking leave of my senses, to
another space and time, in which laughs and peace is not an interminable
utopia. Yes, I have seen home and tasted its bickering sounds of maze. In the
middle of the afternoon, in the confusion of the market and sorrows of poverty,
I have seen home and detested each single moment. I have seen home and wish not
to go back. I have seen home… but now, I see darkness of an exiled path, a return
that breathes strange. I place that is my alone. A no-place inside me.
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