"Not now, perhaps in my exile. You taught me the waters are green and the world is black. As naive as a child can be, I didn't doubt anything about it. I tried to reason one time but like a gentle water soothing my fatigue skin, your words stopped me from thinking twice or even thrice. But as more years pass by, I didn't stop thinking about the colliding truths of my world, I think as many times as the stars in the sky and the sands in the beach everyday at every moment."
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I have been passing this same road for as long as I can remember yet nothing ever became familiar to my memory as I observe the close shops and lifeless houses this one quiet night. Not a thing of these thoughts struck me as I always compare my life to this road with the same sense of defamiliarization. One that I cannot talk about without trying to twist the meaning of each words I use. I can never forget but this is not the time to reminisce I might miss my stop. Yes, I'm on my way home this late and alone. I just finish my school duties and my family is waiting for me on the table for dinner. I entered the compound, the only familiar place in my small world. I walked fast in front of an old house of drug addicts hoping to get to my house, only a block away, without attracting any attention from our unwanted neighbor. I walk and walk not minding the road when my nose caught the scent of lemongrass and my skin felt the gentle wind. A light blinded me as if the night suddenly turned to day. But I was right, after adjusting my eyes to the sudden brightness I saw a wide field and was delighted with the sight of the sky. It's as if the oceans were hanging above me. This place is like a paradise that takes my breath away.
