Swimming

I take a moment to breath in.
Moving my gaze from the screen
To the liquid globules
Of the steel stairs.

Is there a relation between
What I felt, What I feel and What I should?
Constant questions on my mind
When I don’t really know any answers.

Disappointment within oneself
Some say,
Is the worse weapon.

The dwell of selfish and self-conscious
Where to stand,
To balance.

I want to be there,
But I know there isn’t enough space.
Yet.

I should have refrained from entering this path,
But it was necessary,
And maybe still is.

I mumble over and over again,
Not knowing what to say,
When words boil on my mind,
Like the most fruitive tree.

And the unsaid is what makes me think.
Access.
And discuss.
Within myself once more.

I take a break; breathe.
And listen to the familiar sounds of the past.
Maybe there are lessons still to be learned.

Cogito, Insania, abeo in aliquid

I’m immersing myself in a sea of discoveries.