Wandered part of the globe for over a decade with anti-depressants and in vanishing-mode. But healers always spread their wings.
Blaring red was rarely seen. Only blue sky, grey once in a while, seen only from a distance, once in a while. Lungs filled with fresh air…and the moon starts mingling and taking over the dimly lit hall. Thank you, moon!
Mother once pulled me out of a hole, barely alive, ugly covered in stinking mud. She bathed me like an obedient buffalo, regularly, in the sea. And then sent me away. Away to a land of the snake-charmers up highland, where I met all kinds of cures I needed: a jade and a twice bigger twin, who lent me protection in an incomprehensible way.
Time to return. No more protection-racket. Time to define and face the devil in angel’s look. Gosh, they are plenty! Help!! Too stunned to speak, but at last, twin heard it from his soul, rushed to seek for help and constantly whispered in my ears for a way out.
I still can see none…but whispers kept coming to my ears…and I felt a little safe…just a little..
Attacks-by-attacks pouring in. Nothing lethal but merely tremendous moral exhaustion. Your cute-pet, am I? NO!
I WANT TO BE ALONE
I WANT TO BE ALONE,
I…WANT…TO…BE…ALONE!
I would complain to the teaching of forgiveness. Why do we need to forgive?
Now, I’m bright red. Flashing-red! Who’s responsible? You, Maroon Robe?
HELP!!! Don’t let me explode!!!
