the ground

is filled with paths and cross roads.

my knees are compelled to the ground. did we murder our roots in translation of the journey. my knees feel as if they belong close to the soil. "do u know whose child you are?"

green are the grasses and blue is the sky. colours fixed onto themes we can never change. "you know our wounds are still fresh, don't you notice our scars?"

rumours and slander are two very different things. capacity to seek which is which rarely comes in all fairness. like truths and politeness. meaning of two very different things. so whose and which."do you know whose child you are?"

impart truth to the declination of politeness. most divert from the route. politeness sometime is valued more than truths. cynical world we humans live in. the road less travelled. when we all walk on the same ground. our values could be million galaxies apart.

this is the disillusion and the disenchanted. this is our world. this is you and me. your dreamland could be my reality. my dreamland that was never built. my reality that was fraud. it comes with every way of light. it goes away with every blow of the wind. stand strong. stand still.



*imbedded quotes from mia palencia: anak siapa