K.I.S PRINCIPLE

Redeeming my collection of plundered years, who hasn’t one? I hear a child babbling through the window of time, with words of innocence and wisdom. Those same words that were said once, they were directed to someone like me, if not me. There have been hands covering my ears and eyes, shaping a headdress of inconvenience and ignorance. I admit that the compulsion to express was emotional and kept my mouth full of knickknacks. I am guilty of committing gluttony on the move. Binging the pace with meaningless stuff made the weight heavy on my shoulders with something which nature was flighty and casual.  The swings are rocking at fairyland; the scents of strange flowers have taken me out of the coma to put me in a state of trance. Where do they come from? Who is purging thoughts of incomprehensible beauty from the high branches to the bottom of the underworld?  There are baskets full fruit and worms at my doorstep, my smile can illuminate the world just because I understand both are my friends. I shout to myself crossing the corridors from birth; it is not like before when I simply would have gotten scared, the sweet nectar has been delivered to destination right on time, like I didn’t know it always was. It just only the angle from with the picture is taken, the aperture of the observing eye, the approval of the option itself.  Yes, I am exhibiting the collected moths like epidermal cells, layers covering layers that are waiting to be shed, disguising new conceptions like if they wouldn’t be me.  Footprints on the mud, dried but the absence of attention to the detail, are telling a story, the same as the lines on your face. And I kiss those, traces of decay and conquer, those signs that many others may see them as samples of outmost shame.  Let’s set off towards our own Babylonian garden, holding hands a cradle hold the just delivered, writing as we move a legacy of sunny autumn mornings bathing on ochre tonalities. There is an intricate melody I have waved along the years to discover that after all simplicity was given for a reason, and that had the same meaning back them in the beginning as it has now in the middle and it will have at the end to start all over again… b_Nour