A couple of random thoughts put on paper - ongoing process
Do you know who you are talking to?
Sitting and feeling surprised, actually stunned and not able to move
while talking and having the feeling to look into a mirror of unexpected understanding
– impossible but happening and absolutely hitting me.
Cannot finish sentences being afraid of sharing my surprise to the other side
– the many other sides, the one hundred thoughts at the same time
that push me to think forward, backward, in circles
but at least let me think.
Breathing heavily, realizing small things, interpreting, totally irritated
– small things, always, one smile, one question, one sense of common understanding.
It really takes not much but are we still talking?
My heart is yours
Losing it feels like drowning
Giving it to you feels right and wrong
It cannot be but it is lost - my heart -
I feel lonely sitting in a bus
Seeing but not believing
It cannot be, says my mind
Rationality, fixation, standing still, listening to myself
Breathing barely, it cannot be
Where is my heart?
Out there, not listening,
Desperately trying to reach out to you.
You are here, there, where?
My heart hits my stomach
Where am I? Lost, alone, in midst of people
Leaving the bus, staggering,
Not seeing, not believing
Still drowning and catching up.