There is the end, where,
searching desperately for inner silence,
a balance, a desire of being myself,
I feel sometimes so lonely.
Surrounded by all these people and trees,
somewhere at the end of the world,
or just behind the corner,
I’am trying to breathe quietly.
To feel it deeper, to feel it more, to feel the new,
or to finally just feel anything, I’m trying.
So here I am,
incessantly writing down every single color I see,
for all collected and future memories,
for all imagined images I haven’t taken yet,
which I’m missing already so much.
The new beginning starts with silence...