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The plane touched down
at 3 in the morning
the sun was far from rising
and my tears were far from drying.
I wanted to scream
scream at someone for dragging me
dragging me away from you
I felt helpless and alone
I needed your smile
I needed your ‘”Dont worry babe”
But the plane touched down
in another country
And then it hit me
like an anchor tied to my heart
That i was millions of miles
away from you,
away from home.
Yours truly,
Painted Shadow.


I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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