Oh, such an elusive thought. Sweet child, so close and so far.

Reachable almost to the touch of your fingers, far as an ocean apart.

The longing for it almost being fulfilled. Reality setting a difference.

A flight of stairs in the same building. Up and down. And you lost in the

middle of it. Your mind wandering where the compass was left. As

when you forget your cell phone. A question mark holding your walk.

Thoughts. Living. Daily days and nights. You try to hold to it as to a

hand rail. And you find none. And you find yourself a castaway in a sea

of doubt. You had your own life line secured to your waist before.

But now you are yielding it to someone unknown.

Sweet child. Hold yourself to yourself before yelling to someone’s

else’s. It may be a vey delicate and definitive move in your life.

You have to give yourself to no one who is not worth of yourself.

EO