Nothing is
in order. Winds are moving in opposite direction, though they are not, but they
seem to be. My sails are broken; I’m on my own to raise them back and fight the
tide. It seems like the sea is at war on me but I move on, on this wretched
ship. The vultures; hovering above waiting for me to breathe my last and feed
on my dead but I won’t give up. My soul is restless, it won’t sleep, won’t rest
in peace, at least, for now. The fire in me is enough to keep the torch of my
life and spirits burning. It is strong enough not to die out with the winds
trying to put it off.
I raise my
sails with a half torn mast; stitched in between. The winds cruel enough to
tear it down and break the sails away….. Furious, I become, curse the nature
just when I see land. I think of a tricking it, I take a life boat and row to
land, showing middle finger to all those I just left behind; welcome to a whole
new world, my world, my order.
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