Beautifully out of place

Beautifully out of place
She was beautifully out of place. Sometimes I believe she intended to be. Like the moon during the day.

Friday, March 25, 2016

Quickspiration

For non-stop thinking freaks like me. You will be just fine, thinking for us comes so naturally, we might not utter a single word, but we have a world of words to say. Which we won't. And that is okay! So many times I have not spoken a word out of empathy, out of avoiding to be judgemental. My inner planet is whirling like those Sufi dervishes. No solar system, just turbulence like in the Starry Night. Sometimes I do not speak out of vanity. Or do I not feel like it? May be it is my pride, so proudly proud. Besides, speaking yourself out does not guarantee neither understanding nor avoidance of judgement. So here I am, in my noisy silence, shushing the voices inside and pointing my arrows against the veil of outside silence. Here I am, in my insanely balanced gravity, standing on one foot, hands reaching the skies, with pounding heart in stitches, catching the distant scent and reviving memories...

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