Exhausted from the daily emptiness,

I took a walk.
I walked for hours,

looking for an answer,

looking for a place, my place.

I shared my hours with strangers

starring at me as I was a decadent work of art:

unfinished but ready to be sold.

My walk took more time than I thought –

sun rays got into moon tears,

crowed streets bloomed into lonely fears;

So I got lost,

I embraced my lostness for twenty whole years

but suddenly something changed.

After seventy-eight kilometers, I found what I craved:

The light,

an unconditional pure light.

After holes, weeds and stones

I found my heaven,
I found my boundaries.

It doesn’t matter how troubled the road got

or the dark places you come from:

There is always a cure for every perfect illusion.