To him, to us

06:46 AM

Morning passed. 
Staring at the cloudy sky. 
Few later, he just arrived quietly.
- What do you want to be when you grow up?
-Nothing
-Is that all?
Gave a hidden smile. He didn't noticed. Just like before. I asked him - Being nothing is the greatest freedom. & u gave me the chance to test it. Shouldn't I be grateful? 
He didn't talk anything. 
- Do you know why I'm obsessed with grey & muted sound? Because you left me no choice except this, Dad.
Still silence. He uttered :
- God test everyone by reality.
I look up to him. Saying:
-That's why we rent illusion. And call it happiness. How accurate Kafka was!
Another silence. He speak up:
- What do you think about me?
- From the man I seek to the man I escape.
He just kept silence. I look at him. Suddenly realise, maybe we see each other after a thousand years. 
- Do you have a wish?
- Yes.
-What is it?
- Kill me and give me freedom. I want just peace.
- It's not peace.
- Then what, Dad? Can you teach me please?
I asked hesitantly. 
But he left. With no words. 
I looked up the cloud again. Thinking what inside my heart. Maybe a blackhole. A blackhole, where every emotion just disappear. And it's name is "Baba". 

Thursday 
28.05.2026

-Tamanna | Artist