Shelter in words. It is either here or elsewhere. Words are alive. Words are a paradox. Light is a paradox. It can be a particle. But it can be a wave. Light gives perspective. But it is ambiguous. Perspective destroys dreams. Light makes dreams. Twinkle twinkle little star. The Stary Night gives me the creeps. Dreams take you elsewhere. I know where I want to be right now. Blown away by a smile. One moment.
But I can also be drinking raki in a remote village on the border. Borders are bloody. Crossings are dangerous. Borders kill hope and people who push their dreams an inch too far. Some borders can be crossed. Others should not be crossed. Choice. We can dare. But we can submit. Submission is sometimes freedom. Letting go. But submission is a paradox. One can submit to elsewhere or to here. I choose elsewhere. But i change elsewhere in to here.