I am a host of an unknown parasite. They have been living inside of me for a long time now. From that time when my pupils have been dilated; from that time when it takes a thousand watts to elicit a wail from me; from that time when the music in our house are the elegies for my father; it starts, I believe, when I stop seeking for home. And blame me not - I refuse to be a fool seeking for something that is obviously gone.
The last of my tears opens the door to my body. And my, indeed, stupid body indifferently gives refuge to cunning parasites that is up to this day living inside me with free lodging. No, they are not monsters - they are life-sucking parasites who doesn't know how to leave me alone. They are those tiny little teeth who nibble on my nerve endings. They are those thick-faced creatures that terrorizes my head. They are those vague voices who kept me sitting on my bed.
Do you know why I never wear heels, or dress, or lipstick? Because every time I am put under the light, they make it so blinding that I can only back down. Do you know why am I writing this? Because every time I try to speak, they put my tongue in a leash. But do you know why I never try to get rid of them? Because they are the only ones whom my body recognized; they are the rainbow that shine after I have shed my last tears; they are the last trace of my greatest peer.
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