I feel the power
The dark
The nothingness
I feel the fullness
The depth
Energy
The ever telling story
The instruments of heart
Man made tales
The bridges
The gaps
The sweetness
The strange
All the man made wishes
The troubles
The wind
The change
The power
I feel
all of the lies that we had told
made us stronger and more bold
but when there came the time to tell
even though it did hurt like hell
it felt so free, it felt so right
there was no reason to fight
all of the pain that’s on my hand
only I can make it end
everything that once was true
now would hurt me and would hurt you
so let me feel and let me go
as I let you some time ago
She wonders what will start
after the end.
Will choice be hers
or will she depend.
She knows she is free
but he likes to play.
When she crushes the cubes,
he’s building from clay.
And every time she tries
to live something new,
he gives her the question:
“But what you’re gonna do?”
These raw materials,
they emerge from dark
with no attributes.
So they just are.
Shortly they get
by metamorphosis
if for amusement only
an unknown feel of ecstasy.
With affection they flow
towards more love.
Having desire for expression
they offer us the idea
to move forward
effectively.
It’s easy nowadays
to understand them.
No elders needed
now when we’re free.
Today I fell in love with the rain. He’s inviting, not pushing. He’s telling me: “You are free. Free to choose. Free to express your love in whatever way you feel like.”
I can be inside. With the open window just watching him and breathing the fresh fragrant air. Resting. Just feeling.
Or go out and greet him. Meet with him. Let him kiss me.
So funny we used to be enemies. He was always irritating me with his dark humor when showering me and I was always frowning at him. I didn’t realize they were the showers of love. I just didn’t know his love language. The expression of his love is beautiful and so diverse. I love the music he makes on the window sill, I love his fragrance of earth and wood forest .
And I love that he is always cool. With everything. Never complaining. Just being here for me.
For everyone else it’s Friday. The day of final freedom from stress and working or studying. For me it’s a day just like any other. I “should” feel always free now. Because I finally decided. There’s no coming back. So then, what is this feeling? Or is it really a feeling? The one that sounds like: “Who do you think you are? You! You dare to try to make it? You? Don’t make me laugh…”
I realised I’m two people, just like everyone is, I guess. Two people. One is always trying-doing-saying something… “I need to worry now because the situation’s looking unsafe.” The situation’s looking unsafe because it’s new. Different.
“This is an interesting situation. I feel it’s going to lead me somewhere exciting.” That is the second person. Observing and cheerful. I need to embrace and love both of me. I want to work together with myself. I need to be friends with myself to be truly free.
