An Ode to You
Here I am, coming back again, four years older, a little less wise. In the journey of finding yourself, what happens if you lose track and decide to recreate yourself? A lot of that in the last few years. Moments were waiting. The sun stretched out its hand for me. I was so scared the sun could burn me that I spent my life in the dark. Then there was you. Not just one you. A metaphorical you. A figurative approach of gratefulness to those who carried me and still do. I was a casket on a flowerbed. I was awakened by the sirens wailing. I was told that one day spring will make some flowers bloom. I couldn’t miss that, how dare I? I didn’t know the flowers were blooming underneath me all the time. After all, I was just a casket. But then there was you. A single true you. A you that made me gather the flowers and toss them around like a toddler. A you that made me think that for a moment the rays of sun were within my reach. Something tangible. Something between us. A connection may b...
