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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