Cities of guilt and chaos, cities of anarchism and ignorance. Cities of you, cities of me, with too many feelings that are our own, only our own, alone. Selfishness.
Rivers that carry words; awash, words that can no longer resemble us. Words that can no longer fly in our lands carrying freedom. Nothingness. But they are not trite, we're the archaic. Ageism.
Seasons don't change. Wait, they do, just not in our colonies. Everything is the same here. Today is a replica of yesterday, and a mirror of tomorrow. You think our lives are a déjà vu? No. Repetitions.
You're not hallucinating. You do not even exist. You. You're the remains of your dreams, the remains of your memories, if there were any, in the first place. You're the figment of their imagination. And you don't know who directs the puppet show, because you just can't see above when you are the puppet itself. Despotism.
You ride the wave yet you can't be going with that flow, because you ride their wave. You talk but only from their dictionaries: We live and we learn and we obey and we support and we die. You die. But those who live forever, are never remembered. And you who live, don't die. Manumission.
Thoughts of you, warm my bones...
3 months ago
That was strongly written, Knee!
I think you're one of those writers who can be identified from their pieces, not from their bylines.
Keep up!
I loved this. Do you know all these words you use? Mashallah :D
I needed this. Thank you
Lol Noor :D I only learned Manumission as I was writing :D but I know them yeah..Despotism is new to me, with the current circumstances. Thanks =)
@Ibhog yeah? Thanks for your words =) I guess that's a good thing lol.