being korou:

Life is like a jack fruit.

He squinted his eyes hard
and looked at life.
At all its intertwined veins
Trying hard to decipher an order.
Hoping with all he is, that he find a reason.
A purpose. A course. An excuse at least.
Life gazed back at him.
Dilated pupils. A blank stare.
Like a paralysed dog. Like an empty well.

Also,
Life is like a jack fruit.

(c) Korou Kh 27-11-09