I saw myself desperately trying to hold this life together.
Like a mad man building a house of cards,
Until the wind blows and disrupts it all.
And he starts over, and I start over.
Don’t wander off, dear heart
Not in the forbidden part of Forest
Not in the places familiar
The fog that still feels warm
Don’t wander off, dear heart
Don’t chase the dragonflies
And try to catch them
What once belonged doesn’t anymore
Focus, old friend
Don’t look for the maze to get lost
What doesn’t belong is free to fly
So fly to the infinite Land, and don’t wander off.
Once again you are ready to step into the waters.
Do you still remember the shirlls from past? Do you remember the sensation of being choked? If you do and you still are, ha! I should commend your resolution.
There is something about the water that doesn’t scare me anymore. What would you rob off of dirt? Maybe I have fulfilled my wildest fantasies. Maybe I’m the wind that knows no home. How would you enslave the air? I could escape through the cracks and suffocate you to silence.
The sea was quiet. The air was still. Nobody wanted to take anything off her now.
Gracefully she approached the abyss.
..
You dream to fly, yet you cage your heart
When He opens a window, you chain your wings
You ask to be set free, yet choose to die with loss
What is this chaos? Do you thrive on madness or are you being consumed by it?
You know what’s freedom, she asked?
What?
Entrusting yourself to the currents of air. Afterall you can’t be in air and fear the winds.
