The Long and Winding Road..

On the One Thousand and Second night, he left the comfort of storytelling and mythical adventures of phoenixes and flying carpets, his mind was saturated with the thoughts of victories and defeats, princes and peasants, of sinners and saints.

He decided to relieve his fertile imagination from the daily duties of polishing the utopia in his head, he grabbed a handful of dirt and kissed it as he embarrassed reality, reality has thorns, and sometimes those thorns draw blood, but blood is an indication of life..or a trace of it, his blood was warm as it flowed from the dark secluded valley called his Heart, like the flowing streams in the deep jungles of Africa; unexplored..mysterious and maybe dangerous.

He walked East, in the direction of light, life is where light is, his mind was rushing with thoughts of discovery, renewed chances, and infinite possibilities, he looked down..seeking reassurance that his feet were indeed on the ground, as he took one step after another on the unpaved road, shedding his imaginary wings aside, he resolved to reach his destination..where light is, and where people know his name as they see his father in his eyes, his mother in his smile and both their unbreakable valiancy in his steps.