I am a fickle soul; I have altered destinations, steered courses of futile voyages and wandered into places unwelcome. I saw people with arms wide open, pushed away as the scars deepened; discovering I was just another human. People changed faces, faces changed places and I lost myself in a quest to fill the voids. I tried to shed memories like snakeskin but the venom had already kicked in. My heart knew, you are the medicine.
I looked for you in petrichor, I spoke to the moon, hoping you’d hear, I cried in the waters and waited for the winds, to bring me your word; I felt your spirit in the flight of the birds; I smiled back at the waves, lost at the shore. The bent trees remind me of my words and fallen leaves tell me life has no cure. I open my eyes, as your hair leaves my fingers; I dreamt of your skies that carried my message; let the stars be my guide, princess;
My lost self would return home, to you, following the voices of Azan, finding solace in your memories.
I’m a fickle soul and in you, I found home. 🐛