Funerals of a blessed past...

O lonely Palm tree!! which remembers me my dried vacant right palm...

Funeral ceremony of the blessed past is right in front of you, at the horizon. Thus, no way back.. Sooner, the dark rays of the night will devour all what remain behind the withdrawing of that credulous dusk...

Thorns of the uncertain future are just behind your careless aspect, ready to make your blood leak at the least step forward...

Confusion spread its unseen dark cloak over the lonesome palm : Seeking for some invisible mild palm that just have been buried ? Or just seizing the thorny palm of tomorrow no matter how hard does it ache ?
Or maybe, as 3rd option..Staying in the middle of nowhere, which promises nothing but loneliness ....

Sidi Bous'aid - Tunisia