Now I feel confused, lonely and insecure…
I don’t know where I’m going anymore.
I’m scared because I know there are doors
that I haven't open. I’m terrified to see what is
behind them. The truth, I don’t want to deal
with that. Am I being a scary cat? I don’t know.
I think that I had pause my life… I’m standing
in front of a river with cold water and I’m trying
to immerse my feet, but I’m taking
baby steps to get into it. I know I’m brave because I got
here in front of this big river. But, I’m terrified even
I don’t know where I’m going anymore.
I’m scared because I know there are doors
that I haven't open. I’m terrified to see what is
behind them. The truth, I don’t want to deal
with that. Am I being a scary cat? I don’t know.
I think that I had pause my life… I’m standing
in front of a river with cold water and I’m trying
to immerse my feet, but I’m taking
baby steps to get into it. I know I’m brave because I got
here in front of this big river. But, I’m terrified even
when I know that eventually I will cross the river and the sea.
mrr
02/25/06
Arlington, VA
1 comment:
Te felicito, de veras te felicito
estuvieras aquí te diera un beso y un abrazo.
Me gusto mucho lo que escribistes, bien introspectivo. Monica me haz hecho verme en un espejo.
No es fácil hace tiempo que le huyo al proceso creativo,es un ecuentro con algo que esta ahí latente,es lo que yo llamo el compromiso con lo ineludible. Mi pensamiento a cambiado tan rápido en los ultimos meses o año
Como si me hubiera reinventado de nuevo,un detox físico, emocional existencial, me recogí de zafacón yo mismo para armarme yo mismo y los manuales se perdieron
waoooooo!!!!
No me hagas caso...
littlenemo in slumberland
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