Do you have a match box, dear?

Do you have a matchbox, dear?

I don’t smoke cigarette but still I often ask people, do you have matches? Because there is so much I want to blow away, some memories that often don’t let me sleep, and some dreams that often come to mind, those marker’s underlines in old books that used to make dreams come true. Once upon a time, those pages of books and that marker pen too,…

To those letters written that once gave me the courage to fly high, and to those reply letters that showed me the ground for my flight, to those cities from which my dreams were broken, and to those familiar faces who became strangers after seeing me now & then.

I don’t smoke cigarette but often keep asking people, do you have a  matchbox dear ?

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