SWORDS

Walking means pain Because my feet are full of scars Because my feet are full of scars - Or because the roads are full of nails? Because the roads are full of nails - Or because I walk barefoot?

It took one random urge to force me to go through my past on one random evening. As if my mind was telling me that what I was looking for lies there in the past, a moment that I didn’t realise I missed. Then I went through my old writings, even the ones I almost deleted, but for some reason kept in drafts where nobody has an access to except myself. And that was how it happened, how I encountered the old me, the younger me. I can feel the length and width of her mind, how much she tried to dive into the depth of almost everything she encountered along her journey into something so blurry she called the unknown . I can narrate precisely how deep her longing was to understand, and I could even feel her shaky legs - because the unknown is wild, and to turn it into the known meant leaving everything behind, to challenge her unsteady self, but to stay meant to rot. I felt sorry for her, that years after that, she still couldn’t fathom the meaning of her own daily life, but also glad, beca...