The Migration (A Boy Story)

Just like rainbow comes after storms, everything change like the rising and setting of the sun, slow and quick at the same time, hurting and burning with every mile I kept hopping and wishing it was a dream. As a child all I wanted was for my dream to become true and nothing more, through thick and thin riding in all positive possibilities, pushing forward and changing narratives to scale through.

But death, tragic , uncomfortable states, lost of shelter, rebels and criminals causes me an abundance of nightmares determining me to wake up but all in vain or did I wake up?