Did I ever stand a chance?

In this chaotic world, where nothing has meaning, did I ever stand a chance to be able to rest my head on the soft pillow of the brotherly love?

while the fires are rowing in the background, I stand naked, cold ,lying on the ground, my bones merging with the land, will I ever feel the warmth of this hearth?

Did I ever stand a chance, Mother, to escape from your grip, to suffer your cold hands grasping my throat and prevent me to breath?

Did you ever intend to release me from this coil which contour my bare bones ?

I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.”
Anaïs Nin