Starting Over

I feel the pain of being here

Trapped in my history

And fear of the future

What to do

Where to go

How to find motivation

Building a life from scratch

Vacation

I am tired of dying

Tired of living

Let’s take some time off

Go into the magic world

That leaves no trace

In the outside world

My Story

My story is short

The message is not important

And very important

Since is me

Me is the center of universe

No one and nothing is more important

I even got an autograph once

Written by a very important author

Whose name I have forgotten

(After all is not my name)

She or he agreed

To something

But I cannot tell you what

All the my energy is absorbed

By thinking on me

The Life In Appolonia

Rain rather than sun

Grounded rather than spaced out

Minimalist rather than baroque

Snow rather then heat

A slow pace of life

Will not solve anything

Neither will reason

Or calculation

But leaving Apollo and

Dionysius

Behind in their eternal

Struggle

In The Process

From one place to another

Losing it greatly

Finding space

Losing face

Finding life

Losing credit

Finding it to be a

Good moment in time

Skyscrapers

The body is like an armour

Protecting, sealing of the pain

Creating the illusion of safety

The city is just the same

Building on an illusion

Of safe spaces

Small islands in a sea of

Brutality and poor desperate brutes

Trying to survive or at least

Get a fix before the end game

The mix of decay and refinement

This city,

A city of the future, city of the past

Has all those qualities and

Lack of qualities

While the eternal judge,

The sea slowly breaking

It down to rubble and

Fairytales

New Roads

Starting a new

Trying to create or find

Different solutions

To being me

And suddenly things

Might be possible again

The Inner World Journey

When the outer world is to hard,

To dangerous to deal with

The inner world is still here

Wherever you go

More or less present depending

On the place and situation

It follows you and it is

What really drives you

Presence of Life

Life has taken a different

Surprising turn, moving

Forward to a new future

Whether is better or not

Is unclear only the

Presence of the mind

Fully participating

May eventually save us

The Cliff

For such a long time

I have been hanging

On the cliff trying to

Keep to climb back

To no avail, everything

Has been tried

Therapy, drugs, exercise

Screaming, writing, painting and

Meditation

Still being able to exercise free will

Without constraints flowing freely

How wonderful that would be