The night of the town. In those hot&cold ending days. The water in the rivers moves reflecting the street light and the weak moonlighting.
Is a feeling of quiet, peace, everything is alright and in their own time. Can the time be freeze to just appreciate, because in the caos of the life, the dark and light makes memorandos.
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But as there is that balance, it also exist that unsettling feeling. It's strange.
I see the moon and she see me too.
I don't know who I am, I feel lost even though I’m enjoying myself.
I know what I want but at the same time I don't know.
I feel the heaviness of what I could be doing (all the things that are in the corner waiting for me to pick them up) with the time that I always wanted but I stop myself from starting and I can't quite understand why ... fears, insecurities, deep struggle of emotions, anxiety ... the just starting, is a struggle to take the leap.
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Questions wander and speak into the dark of the night. Who am I? What was I? Did I really got myself trapped? Why for so long if I was aware? How could I manage it? Where did it also started? How could I not be aware? Why did I shut down in such a harsh way that could not realize until everything crushed in high speed in front of my eyes?
I used to be the one with night, sighing and having tea with the darkness. Then I embraced the light and shined. After I found an confortable balance of the ying&yang, while facing and accpeting the shadows. But soon that balance was a fallacy, and infinite waving started in search for that.
So much has happened, and so much has been lost or forgotten or distorted memories (as science says).
Now I look for "it", after so much transformation I no longer feel like before or that I'm able to go back, because I changed so much as human being.
It's scary to accept and face the truth, to have conversations with the most difficult shadows, the changes over time that I couldn't process, the recent traumas, the adjustements, the growing up and face all with other weights on the shoulders. The parts that had the most impact, the closest one that made it the explosion of feelings, the soft spots that grown up some sharp forms. All is changing, and the scariest of part, is that is also myself, as person that don't recognize some parts of herself. Accepting that it is how it is, working openely with it but always compare to how it used to be. Seeing the others versions, and feeling that I should be up to it but knowing that is not linear or smooth.
Always two sides of a coin. Choices, possibilities. Fears, sorrows. Dreams, hopes.