S t i l l n e s s
That which resides in the break between waves; in the boundary between sleep and wakefulness; in the fractions of time that precede grand and terrible things; in the steady, quiet motion of breath.
I'm afraid, afraid of what I'll be tomorrow.
There is anxiety bubbling up in my intestine.
I don't know what are the steps to reach.
I'm just following someone whispering in my dreams.
I'm really not sure whether I'm right or wrong.
Because all its leading me to is something sweet and strong.
I at times feel the rocks behind falling over me,
And sometimes I feel the tides pushing me.
You must be thinking, that I'm kidding.
But the truth is that I'm dreaming.
What is reality is not true.
But what you think is a dream is what your future rules.
It's not simple as it tastes.
It as complex as the bond between me and my family is.
I don't know what I've written, it was just my anxiety shooting rockets in this space it found.
Good night horny heart, sweet dreams.