August 8th, 2017
I sit in this black chair with enough padding to be comfortable for a few hours but it’s clearly worn down.
One leg crossed over the other.
I sit here.
With a warm cup of tea and I stare around.
I gaze the room slowly and think.
Sometimes I don’t know what I think about and sometimes I just stare with no thought.
I get lost in the small flames burning the wax of my candle.
The light from outside shines in.
Light breathing. My chest falls and rises. I really don’t think a clear thought.
it comes and goes,
like a constant wave crashing among rocks.
I’m just an entity at this point, a space in time.
Nothing to give, nothing to take.
I like it…
I forget about everything.
About school, family, money, work, my future, responsibilities… it all disappears.
And for a few slight moments I’m just as equal to the wind that blows everyday.
Not relevant, not thought of, but there.
and I come back,
back to reality,
to thought, to existence.
It’s like jumping out of a dream.
Not too sure if you’re safe yet but you know you exist in some time zone and some Universe.
Somehow I’m here
not sad, angry nor happy
trying to be,