I feel lost like a feather in the afternoon wind. Floating for eternity in the air of uncertainty. My wants do not match my needs. My needs do not match my dreams. My dreams do not match my reality. Life goes on and I go along with a hand perpetually placed on my chest where my heart fights for life as if held captive in a Derelict well. The breathlessness, reminds me how much I am alive as opposed to how dead I feel inside. The heaviness in my heart relieves the emptiness I feel. Reality and dreams and emotions, Where do they converge?
I quit a long time ago, A day when my heart and soul danced to Sufi poetry, sipping on a glass of dreams, Oblivious to the self. In union with the Words and their music.
That was a long time ago, My body walks on, unaware.
In the sun flare of a photo, I catch a glimpse of you, smiling to yourself, afar. Yet within me and, under my fingertip, in a moment I captured, of an afternoon in a cafe, I spend assimilating you to my thoughts. You, a thought, more than just a thought. Absent, present. Away, near. A memory awaiting a life.