And it happened again...
I lost the sense of time.
I lost the sense of self.
I lost the sense of ambition, dreams, and imagination.
Stuck in an ever-repeating schedule,
in a grey rather boring daily routine,
ruled by problems, by extern factors,
by the laws, and everything above me.
Driven by deadlines, exhaustion, pressure, and stress, the ghostly echoes of an endless void.
Sometimes it feels like there is nothing else but just me and this emptiness.
My head is foggy.
My mind is hypnotized.
My body is paralyzed.
And its cold hands caress my cheek.
How easy it is to forget yourself,
how easy it is to immerse into it.
But the one thing I did not realize at this particular moment is that...
..there is such a beautiful landscape around me.
..there are so many things to do.
..there are so many paths to follow.
And it's on me to decide where I should go, what I should do, what I desire, dream and want.
Even if I take the wrong path, my goals change or I get lost, I can turn around and try something new.
But first I have to let go of the familiar cold hands, step back and turn around.
Go.
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Lost and found
PoetryHave you ever lost yourself in life? Sometimes we get caught in a repetitive procedure. Our eyes are tired, our body language is flaccid, and the mind is lost in a heavy fog. But has it to be this way? No, it all starts with a little flame in your h...
