It’s me, but you don’t know.
This whole no-speak thing is just horrible to stand.
Thank God you broke the burdensome silence at the end.
I wish I could release the truth without fear. I wish my truth would be able to ever breathe at all.
All my truths are eventually doomed to fall; Underneath my responsibilities, to make the world happy,
To prevent others from whining, complaining and crying,
To salvage the hearts of others, I have watched so many newborn dreams of mine dying.
But, my soul always kept flying.
So high above the lame, mundane routine of this world and the people in it!
It flies in a completely different dimension. It will never get down.
It knows it does not belong here. And it so does not want to belong.
I know I will find what I seek, but the quest is taking so long.
Falling for the unknown is the most unusual experience of all, for you don’t see.
Rising above your loves, is the loftiest and most painful of endeavors!
The meanest and most unjust of favors - that the world asks from noble souls.
Shqipe Palloshi
27/08/2014