Roots

How do we grow, if we don’t know who we have been.

Where do we go, if we don’t know where we came from

How do we move, if our feet can’t reach the ground.

What do we have to lose, if we don’t know how much we had.

Not knowing our roots, is not knowing the future.

As life is nothing but a quest to belong.

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Ocean

I loved thunderstorms, rain, fire, flames.

Until I drowned in a calm ocean, with you.

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On a foggy night, driving through an unknown road. There he was standing, a dark shadow, soaked from the pouring rain.

Come in.

It's getting colder. I turn around. A pair of glimmering red eyes, staring back.

He grins.

His hands around my neck, my heart freezes.