I wanted it all—
My sins forgiven
Every single one of my aspirations fulfilled
I longed for a comfortable bed,
In which I could lay my head when
The world was indifferent to my sorrows
Loneliness is only welcomed when it is not imposed
Inasmuch as it is imposed, it is only exile
I have woken early in the morning and stared the ceiling,
Realizing, even though I haven’t spoken about it out loud, that
There are not many things to me here,
In this city of nameless deities
I feel that I have been facing the world from below
I keep wondering where I must go
Regardless of knowing that—
Wherever I might go—
I will never be there entirely
Narah is from Brazil. She holds a Law degree and literature has been guiding her as long as she can remember.
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