Like a Stream

Lacking the words to express the life I feel within
Life which comes up with each honest desire
each heartfelt glance
this silence connecting all the words that don’t come out

I’ve always stubbornly refused to believe in signs being placed at the right timing
Thinking destiny is non existent and we choose how to interpret the path we walk on
It’s been a while since I honestly stopped planning
Not out of a loss of hope, if I may strongly emphasize on this point
But rather out of an excess of admiration for this ever changing reality

I stare in awe at the way in which our being, like water, changes its flow
Goes in many directions
follows a trail
And has this mesmerizing capacity to persist
Move forward
Even get stuck
To then overflow into a new course
Into a new stream
One in which descriptive words may be evasive
But all the other elements such as passion,
A stare
A dream
And silence, connected
Take place
At the right timing
Even as time becomes irrelevant….
Even as it just flows.

These Contradictions Make Sense

This city feels empty sometimes
but actually there might just be too many people.
I can’t help but feel alone amongst others
but it’s beautiful to be accompanied in my loneliness.
This place carried the weight of being the synonym of freedom
now I see how it can also lock you in.
I’m living a reality distant from what is closest
stark contrasts thriving in the homogeneity of my surroundings.
The heaviest music lives along side the lightest messages
sounds that can be both subversive and condescending.
This excess of material wealth I see around
only surpassed by the poverty slapping its face constantly.
This love for a place that is home at the moment
feeling like home is actually a memory, a distant place, so close in my heart.
These thoughts feel unreal
yet they are tangible truths right now.