blossoming flower: an old dream
15.2.2015
I saw myself in india with a broken leg and old crutches
i saw myself going for a road i never knew smiling even when i was struggling to walk properly.
i saw people beside me people that I couldn't trust but only agreed for their company in order to not feel lonely during my long walk.
i was talking about a mosque that has light hitting every inch of it's colorful glass and emitting shadows of all colors. i was talking about god, about blessings, about a field of banana trees that i am going to be running through. the man to my right was talking about pain that i saw that he was inflicting upon himself his eyes were dull he was limping and his words were circling obsessively around one impossible thought and it was walking normally he never tried though he only threw wishes at an unresponsive sky that did nothing but depress him further. In him i saw a glimpse of someone i used to be .i looked at my broken leg at my crutches and thought if i should feel crippled but then knew that i'll abandon them soon i'll run soon leaving even the man to my right.
The man to my left held lust jealousy it held an unhealthy desire for everything around him he didn't believe in death because he wanted it out of his way he only believed that everyone doesn't deserve the chances they have that only he is worthy of feeling chances tasting opportunities getting life's marvels on a golden platter the cast on my leg then started to fall off and i was barefoot i ran for the mosque's thick wooden doors and pushed at them with all my force until they opened wide i walked slowly to a window got myself bathed in lights and left with so much peace in my chest that made me certain that everything 's gonna be alright
I saw myself in india with a broken leg and old crutches
i saw myself going for a road i never knew smiling even when i was struggling to walk properly.
i saw people beside me people that I couldn't trust but only agreed for their company in order to not feel lonely during my long walk.
i was talking about a mosque that has light hitting every inch of it's colorful glass and emitting shadows of all colors. i was talking about god, about blessings, about a field of banana trees that i am going to be running through. the man to my right was talking about pain that i saw that he was inflicting upon himself his eyes were dull he was limping and his words were circling obsessively around one impossible thought and it was walking normally he never tried though he only threw wishes at an unresponsive sky that did nothing but depress him further. In him i saw a glimpse of someone i used to be .i looked at my broken leg at my crutches and thought if i should feel crippled but then knew that i'll abandon them soon i'll run soon leaving even the man to my right.
The man to my left held lust jealousy it held an unhealthy desire for everything around him he didn't believe in death because he wanted it out of his way he only believed that everyone doesn't deserve the chances they have that only he is worthy of feeling chances tasting opportunities getting life's marvels on a golden platter the cast on my leg then started to fall off and i was barefoot i ran for the mosque's thick wooden doors and pushed at them with all my force until they opened wide i walked slowly to a window got myself bathed in lights and left with so much peace in my chest that made me certain that everything 's gonna be alright
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