AND HOME ONCE MORE
I sway on a slender thread of hope in the void above the sea of illusions.
Once, in this sea there was a land filled with bright falsehoods - fatherland, home, friends. Once, I walked upon this land with a firm tread.
Once, perfumed flowers blossomed in this land - love, friendship, trust.
But then, slowly, insidiously, the flood of reality mounted.
The sea of reality flooded the land of illusions.
One after the other, they were drowned.
Only a single one remained.
Hope.
Bright hope.
For what, I have no idea. I do not trust myself to clothe it in flesh and blood, lest the substance it gains make it sink through gravitation in the sea of lost illusions.
Merely an ethereal hope.
