CALL IT NAÏVETY

A new dawn, and it seems today my major purpose oozes from my core. The trusting breath blown on the objects around equals the loving visual caress, spread as gentle mousse over the animated characters on this film. I came after a long run of losing and returning myself back. I see you through my bobbin lace, I see the shadow from it projecting on the external face. Worshiping no matter what, whatever that are the reasons, the mistakes, the wounds on virgin sheets. The eroded crust stepped on by a hotheaded throng, where the brain of one has become irrelevant. The value judgment, High Court built up upon rubbery premises, that mocks at my naïvety. I don’t care on good or bad critics; I just content myself with being. There is such a delightful pleasure hidden on the trees’ foliage rustling, in the sound of the spring water rising… I bet you can’t buy any of that with money. Who are you anyway? I can’t see the hanging string of your forebears swinging, deteriorated with surgical precision. What I see is only the walking corpse that wraps up that just born baby you were once, the skin case that the world mistakes you for. I have a little request for you, which has turned also into my own life’s motto, just unzip it open. I am not going to take you seriously if you don’t do it anyway. And I know also you won’t be able to SEE me but, who cares? I am known for being strange and misfit, but where? In this land where individuals wander like fly swarms around decomposing rackets? But despite of it all i walk along the aisles granting the benefit of the doubt to those paper dolls hanging with so much self-sufficiency. Because I know that even if doesn’t seem like, even if they themselves forgot it, there is an underlying cause for anything to be here in this moment, and we all are indispensable. B_Nour