Melting

Fading away into an

Unknown landscape

Traveling to a distant

Place, filled with trees, snow

And strange people

It is strange how different

A city can be. Everything is

Vide spatial visible from

Far away

Familiar and yet different

Whom will I be

When I transformed?

A butterfly or a stone

Maybe an enlighten Buddha

Maybe a madman in rugged cloths

This is not me, this is not you

And still unmistakably it is

Me

What is my true self

Do I got any self

At all?

I don’t know

Anymore

Maybe I am on the wrong track

Maybe I am on the right track

Maybe I am a prisoner of this place

Maybe I am a prisoner of that place

Maybe I am a prisoner of all my things and aspirations?

Losing clues

Losing me

Am I ?

Something or Nothing

The New Day

New day and continuum of the same problem

I am desperate to solve this problem

And thereby creating more problem

For my self

To fight requires courage and fantasy

Nothing is given

Everything is taken

I want to change things now

I want to make things better

Or worse

But not the same

 

Unbalanced

Listening to the sounds of the house

Water flowing through pipes

Dinner being made

Children playing

The murmur of  a YouTube channel

I am there and in the same time at a distance

Taking part and observing

Losing distance depletes me

Being distant means falling into my

Own ocean of dreams and circular journeys

Where is balance to be found?