Dubai, December 2009
I would have shown you my home one day... Not the one built on mindless glitter and tacky splendor. Not the one created on someone's tears and ruined lives. The one I belong to. The sea. Its endlessness, its serenity, its blinding sparkles of hope, of love, of tenderness playing hide-and-seek behind the waves. Its darkest depth. I have a phobia when it comes to deep water, did you know ? No one will ever get the chance to get deeper than to that peaceful surface, lit by the sun. No one. There are too many secrets underneath. Too many fears, too much bitterness, too much sorrow. Too much truth.
The truth is, we are too scared to be alone. Especially when the night comes. It sort of wraps us in nostalgia, hysteria, our deepest, darkest thoughts, making us choke on what we used to see, used to love, used to value. The worst thing is, we are not even lost. The best thing is, we keep changing. And perhaps, perhaps one day we might get a chance to find those crumbs of innocence we've hidden so well. Nevertheless, the only truth is - we are unforgiven.
