There was a time when I wanted to be lost badly, 

I used to get rid of my father’s hands and wanted to be in the crowd, 

the moving relativity. 

But the directions wasn’t enough, the dimensions wasn’t enough to dissolve in the loneliest pulses, 

they have always found me roaming around the fallen leaves, 

mostly happy and a bit puzzled with the sudden liberation. 

But with time I have learned the trick to be lost all the time, 

even after being around too many people, too many crossings through souls…

And that’s glorious.

You still don’t know the music of those forbidden land…you don’t know there’s no chance you can find your true self without leaving these lands of satisfactions and fears of immortality.

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Photograph: Google.