spark

For a minute there, I lost myself

Sometimes I wonder
if I should throw out
everything that reminds me
of everything I don't want to be reminded of

- because I'm too good without any of that shit -;

or if I should keep,
because after all,
it wasn't so bad

- now that the softness of my lightness appeared.

And I just want to keep myself tight.
Put on some boundaries,
swim into randomness.

A chemical reaction.

A super pole of magnetism
conducting my feelings
through the incandescent flow
of my wills
and thoughts
and wishes
and dreams.

One day, I'm going to grow wings.

I can feel
myself
imagining.

I can feel
a paralel path
walking by my side...
confusing me.

Making me doubt my decisions
while I, contradictiously,
can not
fucking embrace all the opportunities I have in front of me...
I look at it and I wonder all the joy I would be having since now...
not 'eventually', in a future somewhere around.

But I'm giving time.
I'm accepting the ideas in my mind.
I'm offering space.
And after all, I don't actually need to give up one thing to make another.
I can and I will find harmony.