If
only you had looked again, if only you looked more closely, you would have
found inside me a garden carpeted with budding flowers, saplings and streams. There
was a time when my dreams had wings, it breaks my heart that not much is left of
that once luscious garden, it saddens me that my dreams are now either crippled
or crawling, I wake up some nights feverish, drenched in sweat and crying “I want
you to change the past”. I remember your condescending belittling laughter, I wonder
why the past had not lived in you as it did in me.
