How can I be sure? What kind of businesses do they make in heaven? I am searching for that purity, the tiny plot property of my real virginal state. Whenever the sound of the sirens gets intercepted by my radar, the mess is guaranteed. Come to me in shape of present, revealed under shades of crystal lakes that turn into muddy swamps, just by my only decision. Decubitus prone, decubitus supine, I want to see how the massacre rained over me to soak me to the skin, I want to hide to melt in one with land, encrusting my bones in the ground like seeds that could have made a leafy plant. Tonight I have a plan, I want to dance under the full moon, the biggest one in two decades. I got stocked up with rich dirt, the soil for my pharmacy basket. The intentions, the fears, the love, the perseverance tint watered down with the lack of perseverance, all in in the same bag. With the remedy I am working for many tragedies won’t see the light. I won’t give up, too late change my mind, I embarked on the boat of light. This crossing can bring to no other place but the magnificent destination described in the brochure… then, why is it that whenever it seems to be close, as the road starts getting firm, like marble floor under the feet, it cracks, and though the slits it sweats out sacks of sand? Disparate are the directions from where the temptation can come from; I rely on the serenity; i find in it the necessary the stones to build up a invulnerable home. But is my luggage just a heavy load, a lead anchor that with pull me from the hand to the bottom of the ocean. There where the perception gets blurred and the senses don’t know anymore, if this is a dream, if this a drama represented in a lively looking aquarium. There is where i will take you out tonight if the self-made fate lets me to. B_Nour
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