How often have you cried out:
I don't want to do this anymore!!!
I cannot take this any longer!!!
Where are all my friends?
All these in desperation. Desperate for a change. Desperate for someone to understand.
You pull on a blanket. The comfort blanket. The digits in accounts. The title in front of your name. The bottles of beer. The craziness of clubs. The warmth of a stranger's embrace.
Then you realised. You are still stuck. Here. Can't go any where.
Someone saw this.
Someone who was born in a scandal
A carpenter
Crying hard
For you to understand you are not alone
Stretched out
So you don't need to run away
The struggle. The loneliness. The desires.
He knows them. Yet.
When you cry
You held on to the blanket
Choosing not
To come out of it
The father
who broke his body
with eyes drowned in tears
heart pierced with sorrow
is embracing you
Do you realise?
