OVERWHELMED

It may appear under a rock, or in between the leaves of the lush ivy climbing up the millennial stone walls. It doesn’t matter where, here or there, in the car wash or in the nature shop, there it stands impassable at the other side of the castle moat. I attribute it to serendipity, something that that I shouldn’t believe in. Cause, aren’t we the makers of our own existence bustle? The ingredients may have from time to time some spices sprinkled, but the essence should stand tasty on its own, without additives of any kind. I tend to put my head down, waiting for a miracle in the land of the heartless men. When the sun starts shining they multiply like herbs, or should I say like weeds? They blossom like flowers in a garden; they even look at me insolently. Am I guilty of some previous life unforgivable mistake or am I greater than all of it? The mundane and the vane, the whistling charming prowlers, the fast passion seekers, the pomp, the ostentation, mere ridiculous shows on display; I screamed my lungs out to make clear what they mean to me. I kissed the warm crawling from underneath those heated bricks, it was a heartily given one, although quite well hidden I must admit. I walk from a shaped experience from which squabbles comes the content on the palm of my hand. How can the world keep on turning as don’t find any response for my disease? And as my head and emotions get collapsed by these encounters, without the slightest eye contact, the knights are moving away with not even a wink from the open visor of their armors, what an incomprehensible farewell… B_Nour