Drawing by: Sara Samir
But I don't want to be strong, I want to lay down my guards and put down my weapons. I am tired of holding my weapons, my weapons are making me weak!
I want to utterly become a human, ridiculously surrendering to whatever life has to offer!
I want to be absorbed by the nature, have a part of a tree, a bird, a cloud, a water spring, all mixed up in me!
I want to peel off all the hardened shell of thorns, and stand freely absorbing the golden rays of autumn sun and then have the reflection on the moon tattooed on my skin.
But then I come back to my senses, this life bears no place for the weak.