Parasite
I breathe this life like a parasite,
watching others run under the sun.
Finding the dots of pain splattered everywhere,
I am too weak to watch them dance on the streets;
so I hide.
Imagining a constant blanket of good snow,
and covering myself with fake memories of uninterrupted warmth and gentleness.
Others enjoy it, the dots of pain. and even call it art.
Strange figures are walking on this ground.
I do not know them, and they do not know me.
Birds are my only friends.
They are brave and smart.
their songs are a reminder that not all is lost.
...
Maybe one day I will grow beautiful again.
Maybe one day I will see the truth wearing the queen's emerald ring,
again.
Knock, Knock
knock, knock.
who are you?
I am your destiny.
wait, I am still not ready to meet you.
Why?
I am sleeping.
the time came for you to wake up, my friend.
Why are you calling me your 'friend'?
I never met you before?
I was made for you, only.
I knew you since you smiled with your first breath among the walls of the hospital; don't you remember the bouquet of wild lilies in the corner of the gray window?
you know what that mean?
God send me to you.
But I do not believe in god.
Why?
TV told me there is no God.
Only Hollywood and fear are here to stay, forever.
No, that is a lie. You need to stand up from your bed.
I am tired.
I cannot.
You have to.
I need to take you to the fields of answers and flowers.
The dances of forgotten dreams are waiting for you.
Remember those oranges, and sand on the beach?
Just wake up.
I can't.
I am tired.
this is the last knock. I will leave forever, if you do not open the door.
...
The sun.
The air, prayer everywhere, black sheep is running across the green fields. The blue sky is smiling, I am out of the glass building; I broke it. Wounds are here to stay; my red path is written in the snow of my dreams.
But I am running under the sun.
Wait for me, my destiny!
Tell me about God?
I am awake.
I want to know.
I want to go back to home of my Father.
