there are no rules to this game

This one is for the days when our thoughts back us up into a corner — when the things we’ve “decided” keep us imprisoned in a reality we do not prefer. A lesson I am learning with difficulty.

… .. . . .

there are no rules to this game

except for the ones we make

the lines and edges we create

the boundaries we craft to make a place

four walls and an emptiness

that finds its way to every box

… .. . . .

nothing inside of something

reminding us that everything dies

every wall falls

and everybody becomes

one with the earth

… .. . . .

there are no rules to this game

and the home we’ve built

will belong to someone else one day

… .. . . .

so while we are here let us

dance in empty spaces

let us challenge the barriers

and rewrite the story

… .. . . .

until the day comes to say goodbye

and maybe

just maybe

we begin again

… .. . . .

Much love,
Zulfa