He was my escape until I knew what art meant .. He left me with empty hands. A heart that plead for rescue but what to say if my cadaver was already dormant? Eons passed and his image never faded upon my eyes that once were able to see the World as it is.. Was he the dominant or was I the devotee ? I think I'd never seen it maybe I'd never felt it ... Inundated in a doubt between if the world had ever existed or was I that had never been borned yet ... I'm a new born here..An orphan me , bereft from loving and being loved back again .. I'm filled with gall knowing that I'd never been hallowed ...If these are my days left then who is the responsable for my leaving or my lasting ? .. Utopia is where I do belong .. I have a yen anyway to get away and live what rested from my hours and maybe seconds or I would be waving to you ... Unconditionally but gone ... RimHijazi~All Rights Reserved
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