Hi, it's me again, back!
Looking at his worn out blue jeans pants..God..can’t
stop thinking about him & his life..
He never listened to me..i’ve always told him to be
careful and keep his clothes clean..he deserves to look tidy & clean all
the time..Some things just can’t come together.. I wish he unstained that
yellow stain..but he chose to help his friend painting his new house.. I wish
he unscratched that scratch..he chose to help his friends in their fights
against the bullies..though I told him not to..i wish he unmudded his jeans
tails teaching his 5 years old son how to plant a tree.. I wish he unfaded in
his jeans blue.. but he chose to spend nights sleeping in the cold damp dusty
streets standing up for the dream..
How many time we went through arguments that took us
nowhere.. all I wanted & all I cared about was him.. I’ve always worried
about him & thought what he ‘s been doing reckless..useless .. dangerous
maybe.. but I know he knew how much I loved him..eventually I knew he’s always
come close ..kissing mu forehead..embracing my worries raged heard with his
tender palms.. look me at the eye with his sweet eyes..& the most beautiful
smile in the world telling me don’t worry babe.. I’m alright.. & everything
will soon be.. how sure he was!
Every time I’d wash his jeans ..clean it out & start all
over again.. but this time..i can’t.
i wish I could undrawn his blue jeans in all these
red bloody lakes..i wish I could unpierce all those bullets that perforated his
body ..in his last fight for dignity ..justice ..& freedom.
May be his worn out jeans could have stayed cleaner
& brighter..may be for a longer time..if he unlived his life the way he
did..or lived it as someone else!!
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