Saturday, March 21, 2009
As my hands move across the keyboard, like ducks to water, i realize my gift is my curse.
For i am but the guardian. The one who is there, yet he is not. The one who absorbs,but does not seem to release. The person you see before you is not the person who he really is. For he has sinned so deeply that no amount of prayers can help him evade his fate.He is cursed.
The forgiving one.
Well all of that is going to change. I'm going to change. because i know what is wrong i will fix it. And i will accept the truth that swans and eagles cannot fly together,because they have different roles to play.
Fly I will. over the seas,over land, till my wings drop off. And i will help those in need. But to fall in love? Never again.
And as for you, we'll still be friends of course. the rest is in your hands.
Do you know that a horse has to stand within seconds of its birth, to force blood into its leg muscles? As a butterfly has to force blood into its wings for the same reason?
How do i make you understand? That we are travellers on the same road, not partners. That you will reach your stop, and i mine. So why is there this confusion this pain this sorrow this reluctance to part?
Why do i deny my feelings as a human being. why do i deny myself?
As the rains sweep across the parched plains,as the water runs down my throat, i realise.
I am Adnan.
Darmuis blogged at 12:35 AM
