in the middle of something. You start writing never knowing where it would end
This feeling of anger, rushing through me towards me. Projected failure, inconsistencies of living a life never begun
I
Where is I?
Should I return, should I spare myself.
Where does this fire comes from?
How to tame myself, chains loose, cage broken, devil amok.
Longing for a full breath, a true smile, faith.
How to forgive oneself?
Why also?
How to get reason and practice to collide, reason and faith to coexist, a stable ground
We sail, we never dock, and sometimes we get ourself in open sea as an act of faith only to see faith abandon us. And we are left stranded, fighting the waves which keep coming.
I need a rock, to crash onto and on which to build a new ship...a better one this time
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