here now 14.30 , cars driving with headlights on,
all is grey and the sky starts to darken.
inside i found another space, there is light, it opens,
i stretched in it to enjoy a slow day.
i am even not so sad as i could be
when i start to think.
the bridge over troubled water...,listening again to this
wonderful song, i see i am the bridge over mine,
but i cannot reach you and you cannot reach me.
we cannot bridge our troubled waters together.
we are stuck on the bridge.
it just is as it is.
somewhere across i lost my wings, i walk there,
i pick them up and fly my own way.
and now..i go to make a fire to keep me warm
and i will play with paint. i missed it,
last time was March 2015.
much time has passed, time passed with absence,
longing, conflict´and self recognition, work, exhaustion,
frustration, illness, fear, pain, rare joy and abrupt endings,
the heart opening and closing,
reaching out and going inside.
when all this will not make sense anymore
i must find another way, a-way.
because alone it just doesn't make any sense.
alone i am nothing on this way.
then there must be another one for me
even if i have to cut it out of the bush and jungles
and stones ahead.
looking through my window all is getting darker, now.
sela.
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