Exit I saw exit doors every way. I like to feel I always have a route to vanish, to fly away, to escape. But sometimes I forgot my own ability to seek that routes, obscuring the knowledge that there is always a safe place available all the time for me. But not all the time … Continue reading Abdicate

No room

These days I felt the time and space danced wild between compression and extension Like an accordion. Like a womb preparing a baby to be born. Like a cocoon craking. Change. I spoke to the universe and said: "you know what? I feel you and I am tired, should I give up? okay, I am … Continue reading No room