Losing sight of what’s, really important, having wandered in this world too long, translated…
I’d been told, that before venturing out into the deserts, we should start living in suspicion. The information on how to get water to drink is a matter of life and death, so, those who’d not gone to the deserts, their words simply can’t be, trusted.
what you hoped to find
The words are, totally, unreliable, like how the oases are often, nothing more than, mirages in the deserts. To remember the locations of where the bodies of water are located, the merchants and travelers devised a sort of a communications system: emotions. It is said, that emotions, preceded words, isn’t it? Once the travelers got a serving of the springs water, they will sure that they feel what the water made their bodies feel: this is a water of happiness, that is, water of, nostalgia; this is dancing happily water, that was, water under the bridges. Their secrets were, passed, like tiny vials of water, among those who’d just, walked into, the nothingness, telling the individual, if there’s a feeling that came from nowhere in you, follow it, then, you shall, find the sources of water quickly enough.
Those who’d had their ventures into the deserts would become, unusually, silent after their trips, because it’s too dry, it’d, made them, realized the relationship between water and language. Was that what you’d, once told me too? that there was that sorrowful feeling, with a glass of water you’d, drunk. But, I’m sorry, for I’d, lost all my words and sentences. I can’t tell it to you, that the tears that ran dry from my eyes, finally, became an oasis in the desert, and, found you, alas.
in the midst of this…
And so, this, is on grieving for someone you’d, lost, that feelings are what’s most expressive in us, that the feelings are, the rawest way of expressing ourselves, and yet, we’d become, overly, reliant on words and sentences these days, we’d, not gone back to the origins of it all: how we feel about things!
Life, the Obstacle Course 