What if all the souls on the universe gathered into one single star and that star was lost in time. How would we find one another?
Among the faces in the pictures taken eons ago I couldn’t find a single smile directing at the camera except mine. But I never remembered if the smile was seeking a familiar face beyond the camera or I was alone.
Bleached dresses showed clouds moving on to another sky. I reached into the mud so that I would be able to make it rain again. Dirt is a necessary part of life. I’ve learned to never frown at a beggar’s face for perfection is an illusion we escape to when we are lonely. It grieves us.
My child gazed at me wondering why I was crying and laughing. The concept was lost. I was overwhelmed by so much life around me that death gave me hysteria.
Be aware of the wondering man for he carries a lighter. Our mortal wax is fragile.
Make a whole lot of sense when you laugh but never explain why you cry. People shouldn’t find out.
My butterfly ate a worm. The dog barked. The police whistled goodbye to security for in the city wolves had as much right as lambs.
Tigers walked with high heels they bought cheaply. Morning swerved away at the sight of my approach. I was carrying an umbrella. You never know. It might shine.
Extravagance left for London. Paris yearns for ice cream made in Qatar. Flags are burning. The crow soared to the eagle’s nest carrying food for the chicks. Tehran was dead. No body noticed for they were watching the world cup!