Salauddin Ahmed
MURK MyWords

I fear, I dare and I move on. No time to reflect and absolutely no time to refresh. I take a deep breath between my short ones. How far is too far and how do Iknow I am there. By the way, am I here already? This air is too thick and I can't breathe. Where on earth is the window? That is not light, or is it? I am confused and lost. I know what light is. It was bright and clear when I woke up this morning or was it an illusion? Am I being led on to this end just to be told that, this is not even a beginning? My head hurts and my heart pounds even more. This flickering light in the end, is it a power surge or the ground is giving up with millions of cracks from the weight of millions that walk over it? I hear voices and warm breaths on my shoulder but who is this? I can't see a thing. That flickering light is my only guide but it does not lead me anywhere . My instinct to see a bright light at the end, drags me on. I am blindfolded but I am not. I am alive but I am not. Death touches me every day. In here, I am even closer toward my remaining breaths but my lungs are full. It's almost over and I am tired. Where can I lay to rest and how do Ieven find that in this breath sealed chamber? Imust move on and not let my tiredness take over. It's another inch and another second. They all count and I allow my body to listen to them. This place, this room is all I got and all I need. I just have to believe in me.

And you?You and Iare one, brothers in arms. Our joy, our pain and not to forget, our agonies are all the same. We inhale the same air and breathe out the same breaths. We are constantly moving around to keep our lungs full. No tiredness can catch us and no long-hour sleep can leave us behind. This long and ever ending space is our only guidance. We may not get there, but itis the only here, that we must begin.