Time spreads its wing on day ..
More day is flying toward its end ...an uneasy feeling, gloominess appears...
Far from where I started and very far from my nest I flew toward to the freedom land. But it seems there is no freedom....When you are free of nostalgia you are loaded by injustice and now justice is all over around nostalgia is loading inside..more and more ..Deeper and deeper..
WHAT I WANT ..is to be home..no matter what the name of home is which borders are getting an specific land ‘s possession ,I want to be home..I want to be free .......
Again and Again all my curse comes to the injustice powers and dirty politics that made one part free than others and other part like a scar on face of this universe...
But my scar is growing deeper and deeper more I think of WHYs and HOWs....
Lands are the same but corrupted thoughts and rotten traditions made us LIKE ME homeless .I could not stand on that land which breathe of it smells as all past ..But also my routs are in that land...above the earth...even under that soil....I want to catch that part of earth and stretch it toward me....
Earth let me redirect your skin....
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