My Heart Isn't Big Enough
There is so much to say. I have travelled halfway across the world and back, tramped my way over mountains and walked along an ocean and a sea. But no matter where I go, whether its in an Emirates airplane or in our Suzuki, it changes nothing on the inside. I take my frame of my mind, and my well-worn memories along with me. And so, I might as well have stepped into the next room instead. Everything I see, the dog peeking out at me from the window of the parked car, the seals being gently buffeted by the waves of the Pacific, the couple checking out clothes in Junaid Jamshed, I see with these tired eyes, with my memories and thoughts ranged in neat rows behind them, nodding at the way it all fits together, nodding at my fate to always be on the outside looking in. I come back home, and there is nothing to say. I look at the sky and how it changes colour as the seasons roll by. The white wispy clouds that gently smudge the man in the moon, carrying their load across the co