and I was going to write sad,
tears drowning down my cheeks.
I felt furious,
with no sense of beauty.
No purpose in life, day or night.
I created rivers of salt.
I felt trapped, suffocated.
I didn't know how to follow the rhythm
of the music in my heart.
My books were tangled;
my thoughts in continuous chaos.
I couldn't see because my fears
blurred the horizon.
I wouldn't walk further and beyond my room
because they were chasing me.
I tried to type three times,
and all of them ended in the trash.
But closing my eyes
and clothing my mind
with beautiful light
made me realize...
I breath
I dream
I think
I smile.
I feel
I live
I laugh
I admire.
Now the piano is echoing
and tearing down my walls,
calming therefore the demons
in the deepest part of my soul.
The Sun wets every corner of the house.
The heart blushes, the hand dances.
My hair is dirty,
but my conscious hasn't been
as clean as it is today,
honey.
I don't want to write sad
because I'm starting to feel happy
of the life that I have.
I needed to let it out
of the cage that is my brain
in order to be, fresh as the rain.
