>> monku #1

walk up a flight of stairs then another and another a few more and at last you see the light. the light is strong the light is clear as it illuminates a sight best left forever lost forgotten hidden in the comfort of the dark. the eye at last must see itself but as it sees it tears – tears fall, the sound of paper tearing, nails on a chalkboard, grief and grime. a heart would ache but it’s been lost so long ago the sight yields but a sigh.

and then a laugh.

and then i walk down, smiling. say hi to the familiars and step out, move on. live on breathe on laugh talk cry out and yet inside it’s all the same as i set pace for yet another trip back to reality through crown walker and canal.