I see the finish; I see the end, so close, so close; there it is, my beginning. The end is near; the tide has set; the way is clear; to freedom! Oh, freedom! To live! To breathe! To see, the Sun rise and set each day before me. I have begun, I see the finish … Continue reading Freedom
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Albert
I still remember Albert. He was an aged tree. I was a young leaf, blowing over his land. We met once; I sat across from him, heartbroken, torn, seeking answers: Tell me where to go. Tell me who I should be. Tell me who I will meet. And so, Albert asked me: … Continue reading Albert
Waiting
I see her with my own fearful gaze, looking back at me, a little puzzled, a little suspicious. I stand alone at this empty terminal, with no one else, but her. Who is she? I wonder. But I have wondered. What does she know? I thought I knew, the meaning behind her name. But that … Continue reading Waiting
