I have seen memories in front of my eyes. I have never seen them so clear yet so shadowy. I knew a day would come and I had to shake hands with it, all over again, but I never in my wildest dreams thought memories could be haunting and disturbing to this extent…
When I walk in a desert, I find myself sleeping to find strategies out of this trance. It’s a long trance and a trance of pessimism. I never viewed deserts as something positive. But to me, realization comes later. When you didn’t see me while we walked together, I concluded I traversed a deserted island. There was nothing great in it. What it housed was absolute shallowness.
Sometimes, memories do haunt. They have this natural tendency of killing you from within, but at the same time they give you immunity. Immunity against a deserted land. A desert.
However, deserts need help. Memories need help. Nostalgia needs a lot of help. Help of my life. How will these parasites stay without me? I have a great responsibility and that is to keep them alive. If I kill this desert, I kill myself and I never want to die so fast, so early without travelling the world or setting my foot on my dream land.