baraka.
everyone is dancing.
everywhere,
we do it differently.
but why
sometimes,
we
do it so painfully sad?
why do we do the same step and tempo
without any strong reason?
why do we drag our feet.
why.
why do we colour the same days
with the same reluctance.
why.
why do those that left and danced before us,
leave such painful reminders.
baraka; i wanted to cry and cry.
it was
beautiful;fragile;splendid
tastefully depressing
free.
i wanted to cry
cry
because i was so touched.
and yet, i felt dreadfully sad.
it was
all the world,
and more.
it was ugly but heartbreakingly so.
it was beautiful.
culture; religion,
breathe.
you are my oxygen.
everywhere,
we do it differently.
but why
sometimes,
we
do it so painfully sad?
why do we do the same step and tempo
without any strong reason?
why do we drag our feet.
why.
why do we colour the same days
with the same reluctance.
why.
why do those that left and danced before us,
leave such painful reminders.
baraka; i wanted to cry and cry.
it was
beautiful;fragile;splendid
tastefully depressing
free.
i wanted to cry
cry
because i was so touched.
and yet, i felt dreadfully sad.
it was
all the world,
and more.
it was ugly but heartbreakingly so.
it was beautiful.
culture; religion,
breathe.
you are my oxygen.
