GRAVITY

Gravity doesn’t fail; the universal laws soak our supremacy, implacably, dropping illusions and challenges on the board, as rotten sacks, left in the open air. Vultures banquet, chiaroscuro round, king turned into pawn. What an ingenuous assumption to think the green fruits can make a perfect pie! Money talks with the speech of a hypnotizing guru. There is big smiling mouth shaped door to go through to get inside and enjoy the attractions, but its sparkling teeth are sharped as guillotine razors; to come in you must lose your head. It doesn’t matter, nothing can stop them, the crowd of youngsters, still being just a project to become measurable men, can’t wait to challenge physics; I have been there at the entry, dancing with the inviting closet skeletons, plundering the emulsified mix of possibilities, relying on subversive strategies galore. But spoiling a gift in such a disgusting manner takes its toll, it is like a man-mice trap you were challenging. Why somebody can let a mistake not being more than a mistake? There is greatness to embrace in every error. Such a shame you may be the creator of a new cycle of self-inflicted ruin… now you are hopeless, digging deep. It breaks my heart, I want to help those who were miserably splashed, I want to change the pages from the scrap book, fill it with smiles and joy. What a pity that we can make changes only in our album. B_Nour