To the unknown !
Created by a mess inside my busy head, I rest from all. I start to fetch for some words for some occassions. They fall as they regain strenght, I quiver in dismay. I keep collecting them in groups, they refuse to stay!!
Hard to reveal what has been brewing inside, because no one will understand except your pen and some papers. I decide to write on a journey of 1000 words, I walk endlessly. I met him inside the aisles of the "unknown". I never understood why, how, when or what? I stay with no intention to speak, my head is breaming with words I cant figure them out.I get lost in this maze. Why cant this maze has a map? I remembered, I dont read maps!
I decide to walk, and walk and never stop. I catch a bird eating some leftovers thrown by a man on the lake, the bird seems so happy, today he seemed so lucky, i stand for hours watching the seagulls and the flying crows resting all over in celebration. Celebration of food!
I took another route to where the sun rest in denial, I think! The sun takes pride on its own rays.Beaming with power and enthusiasm. There where million of reasons hide to shine again on another land, I hope. I find it hard to battle my own thoughts, they repeat themselves in recurring motion.Gaining strenght everytime.
I think I floated with the waves,along the shores I drifted into another land.I built a house and a memory, inside the heart of a stranger.There where no one could reach I rested with some hope.The hope of finding abstract in every obstruct.I think, I found the unknown, there where the aisles take you somewhere away from here.Where people walk in lines to serenity!
Nothing could take this away, that if you decide! I know I am walking alone, everyday this time I stand and wait for the sun to hide somewhere away! Away where the memory of yesterdayis awake inside million stories of the past. I know I am there hidden inside the lines of my old journals. Where the papers never been so clean, away where the words never keen, where my tears never stopped. I think I ve been on journey till then. Walking the walk of wise, on the land of broken deeds!
I choose to bury my own inside my words, inside a coffin made of chiffon and little threads.
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Hard to reveal what has been brewing inside, because no one will understand except your pen and some papers. I decide to write on a journey of 1000 words, I walk endlessly. I met him inside the aisles of the "unknown". I never understood why, how, when or what? I stay with no intention to speak, my head is breaming with words I cant figure them out.I get lost in this maze. Why cant this maze has a map? I remembered, I dont read maps!
I decide to walk, and walk and never stop. I catch a bird eating some leftovers thrown by a man on the lake, the bird seems so happy, today he seemed so lucky, i stand for hours watching the seagulls and the flying crows resting all over in celebration. Celebration of food!
I took another route to where the sun rest in denial, I think! The sun takes pride on its own rays.Beaming with power and enthusiasm. There where million of reasons hide to shine again on another land, I hope. I find it hard to battle my own thoughts, they repeat themselves in recurring motion.Gaining strenght everytime.
I think I floated with the waves,along the shores I drifted into another land.I built a house and a memory, inside the heart of a stranger.There where no one could reach I rested with some hope.The hope of finding abstract in every obstruct.I think, I found the unknown, there where the aisles take you somewhere away from here.Where people walk in lines to serenity!
Nothing could take this away, that if you decide! I know I am walking alone, everyday this time I stand and wait for the sun to hide somewhere away! Away where the memory of yesterdayis awake inside million stories of the past. I know I am there hidden inside the lines of my old journals. Where the papers never been so clean, away where the words never keen, where my tears never stopped. I think I ve been on journey till then. Walking the walk of wise, on the land of broken deeds!
I choose to bury my own inside my words, inside a coffin made of chiffon and little threads.
#thejourney#lifeisajourney#learnhowtomeddle#learnhowtoleave#unknown#raven#lake#dusk#alone#walking
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