Savouring Self shingly Because of I

I understand certain moments,
And connect them
A big picture

As I read simple words,
I notice the ‘uncomplexity’
Of being truthful
And realizing,
Analysis can also be positive

Looking back,
Everything falls
Into a natural evolution
Like Darwin’s
But way soother and simpler

I admire resolutions
Definitions
The notion of a route,
A path, a decision made
To be achieved

I also know,
We cannot get away
Of sentiments like fear.

We fear as we walk
Our monotonous exciting life
We fear as we exist
It is our tool of protection
It helps us to control
Excessive spontaneity

As I pay attention to all words
The ones thrown in the air
The ones delivered
To another receiver

I notice how much
Is still there to be learnt
And appreciated
And savoured


And I like every single detail
(According to “self-help, I should do)
But also like the whole
And that should be unlike-me

It’s just a way of connecting
Exhaling the same air
Even though it may not be the best
It makes our different voices
Blend into a beautiful and perfect unison
Like a mixed choir
Singing a monophonic medieval song

I’m analysing moments
When I should be savouring
Slowly,
Thoughtlessly
Shallowly
Like frequently
I appear.

But analysing is my way of savouring
And getting to know
And capturing
The knowledge
Of another human being
I respect.