Face up, everyone tells me, face up and realize the mysteries that haunt me, let loose the ruins of memory, say good-bye for once. How can I when my mind so desperately seeks love and everything is lime once upon a time stories that end well?

In admittance I am, for around me walls fall, for no reason doors close and unpleasant thoughts cry for recognition. I give heed, open ears to my consciousness and pamper myself with fantasies and dreams of others.

I see myself stand and cry alone, anger pictured us together for how long. Walls of hell surround me. My mind and my thoughts betray me and the street music is out, become my daily bread. My failed steps crash down in pain from lingering too much in unsettled ground, weary and weak, just wanting to be home.

Ancestors’ spirits cry aloud in my dreams in dark pitched fog hoping that I join them. I turn my back and walk away telling myself that someone will hear me crying aloud….