Treasure Island

MOHAMMAD SKATI


WE FLEE


We flee from our sins Because we've sinned too much, We flee from ourselves Because we've abandoned ourselves, We flee from our reality Because we've lost it, We flee from our words Because they've become useless, We flee from our mirrors Because they've shown ugly images, We flee from our birth dates Because we've forgotten them, We flee from our days and our nights Because they've become shapeless, and We flee from those whom we love Because they've traveled far away.

Submitted: Saturday, September 07, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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  • Imagine Whatif (9/7/2013 7:24:00 PM)

    you mean to say, we run away and hide.
    you mean to say, we think hiding will make it go away. dodge the pain forever.
    you fail to realize the paradox: we flee; so we flood ourselves with more of what we are avoiding. and as sure as the sun will rise, the next instance is worse than the last. a neverending downward spiral of gorging on instant gratification rather than logical decisions demanding momentary discomfort in exchange for our long to medium term happiness.
    champions don't flee. fleas flee. (Report) Reply

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