D for Departure

As I feel anxious to leave soon, a small part of me clings to everything here. I do not know why. Nothing emotionally prevents me from flying away but this small part is nevertheless hanging on.

Is it just the lazy desire to stick to what is known and familiar instead of meeting the semi-unknown? Is it the warmth of family gatherings and the old friends' get-together occasions that I will miss, knowing I will not see them again before few years pass and few wrinkles appear? Or maybe this clinging small part is hesitant to leave a country that struggles under shades of infant democracy, religious hallucination, fascism, surviving liberalism and chaotic state of mind. Shades that conflict, fight and polarize leaving us torn between hope and despair.

I do not know. What I know is that a new beginning ahead of me nods, with a discreet smile on the face, saying in sign language the word "welcome".

And August

August has approached with a menacing look in his eyes. The long sweaty days linger as I prepare my bags of departure with an exhausted and slow-motioned soul.

Growling August will pass soon, and my homeless soul will wonder for a while before settling down, in a cool breezy September moment, on a new land.