So the wind kept blowing and rain is back. Crystal pearls
drooping of the tree leaves glitter, welcoming morning sun rays that will soon depart. It reminds me of Christmas approaching. Soon, mountain tops will put on their white crown. A 13th new-year celebration away from home sounds weary. Thirteen years that have left certain moments behind, lost within the frozen snows. I am older, much older; but it is frightening how every other detail looks to me the same. As if time stopped moving back there. Were I carried there by the blowing winds, to the place I have so much missed, would I be an outsider among a land I strongly adore? The thought brings me extreme fears; that the heart which keeps blood flowing through my veins would ignore my heart beats; that the smiles kept in my memory are fake; that the relief I long to would turn choking. Another November, one more December, and January again, does it make any difference?!!
wafaa
very nice writing, reflecting the bitter truth
Posted by
Lamiss |
8:13 PM
yes well, nice reflecting bitter!!!
contradictions, contradictions and contradictions :)
Posted by
wafaa |
11:21 AM