floating
Our souls float on a sea of worries
As dawn comes, a horizon stretches
What about our choices and our lives
What to say of the sun when it writes
The mirages of the sky and the slumbering lights
Feet refreshed, ghosts of the past forgotten
Deciding to turn the page and move on,
A contemplation of the waves which means
The sweetness of the moment but also the fury of the waves of the moment
A thousand examples that are brought to me and that inspire me
Pink streaks on blue threads
A boat returning from the open sea before nightfall
I don’t know where I’m going
I have not yet chosen my destination
I would have stayed on the lake, looking at the stars
Why always return to civilization?
She’s well organized but she’s mean
She sets rules for the less educated and upsets the free
She tells us what to do tomorrow and next year
When my life could be guided by just…the moment of now
Good meeting or alone
Carefree
Without looking for comfort
Just live
To hope
To feel
Be there
That’s all
Wander
looking for nothing
I’m not looking for anything anymore
only freedom
Only my choices
Only my unique expression of myself, to the world
August 18, 2018
Photo: Trip to Lake Balaton, Hungary