[“Don’t go there,” They shouted.
“Why?” She asked.
“Those who try to bring an item back, fail on their attempt,” said a boy that had a funny penguin colored hat.
“Is there a curse?”
“We don’t know. They never come back,” said another tall boy running toward a girl who wore memories on her body ,called scars of life, and old times, called tattoos.
“I must go,” she told the group as she ran away. ]

Stop the fear!

We cannot live,
pretend to be free,
when we cannot bear
our nightmares.

{…As long as we are afraid of ourselves, we cannot fly to faraway lands. The only way to reach heaven is by creating it inside us. }

Night our mind,
Mare those who don’t dare,
pretending to be free,
when they cannot bear
being truly kind
to themselves.

{…To be kind to others is to be kind to us. Our surroundings change as we change. Life is a reflection of our being. What becomes of the apple as I digest it? Does it become me or do I become part apple? Perhaps, none of those?}

Them our life,
Selves our love,
pretending to be free
when we cannot be
what we really are
love in racial suits
searching for peace.