Awakening to the sound of a ringing phone...

... Something entering my conscious like, “you should be awake this time”, but I wasn’t… It’s so cold I’m freezing, here, inside my flat, somehow too big for me.

Oh this time… wondering… want to be in contact to others, want to live, want to share this my love, without an aim, without control, flowing out of me like a wild wild river or mountain brook.

What is this way where am I going, leaving behind control of the reason, it’s pure life, it’s flowing flowing like a river or stream.

Lost in these moments lost behind wild.

I am what I am wild flower soul.

I guess I fell in love rather with wild words than with this wild world we created a long time ago. We want to come closer the end. We want to come closer and stand for a wild eyed beauty in this wondering-where-to world.

This all doesn’t mean anything though if you find what you seek it’s for you, only.

(c) 2oo9