I was joggled. The hot, the cold.
I was floods.
I dreamed of caves, cellars and rifts. I saw a diver down at the marian rift. Up on the surface, a bridge made of stone.
To feel the pain, universe.
It’s where I am.
Now, I can see what I was missing.
I wrote this a time ago, in 2oo8. It's where I am. It goes in cycles and comes back in time, spiraling, to invent it new, the now.
To give up my denial, invented to protect me a time ago, now an obstacle, leading me to overcome it, in time.
Life wants my courage, not just to believe in the appearance but to get in touch with the essence.
