Photo: Mohamed Faisal

The Word

A word is filtered
down a membrane.

Who is it?
Fate.
Fate who?
I am your destiny
You are confusing me?
Define confusion?
I don’t know.

Confusion is a state of your
mind.
There is a great storm
brewing inside your head.
Hail, thunder, lightening.
Crash, bang, boom.
Confusion.

What are you?
I am fate.
You amuse me.
I amuse no one.
I shaped your past.
I write your future
I build, I destroy.

You are pulling my leg.

I have no leg
body, heart or soul.
I just
exist.
You don’t exist.
You are a figment of my
imagination.