I don’t know if it was the change of the weather, it was raining a lot for a few days.
I was feeling somewhat depressed.
My senses were going underneath the surface.
I am just tired from all things I have been experiencing, not able to pause and unwind.
Although I know it was for my own good.
The tiredness was a way my body made notice, to keep me on track.
To prepare for something I am feeling intuitively.
This lingering feeling, to not know how, is making me feel a bit down.
That aside, I was looking around.
Looking over the river of Lisbon, enjoying the view.
Seeing my surroundings, people who were also there.
Drinking my cocktail, eating some food, to keep my heart strong and my spirit alive.
These lower feelings were leaving, I was happy just in that moment.
An entourage where the world was passing by, minding me sitting there.
Me having this moment.
At the same time I was trying to understand why I was there alone.
Although, I was with people I liked.
A sense of Kundalini energy raised on my back.
I didn’t even knew this existed, this could happen outside a yoga mat.
‘What a great feeling’, I thought.
I laughed just a little.
I don’t think anyone noticed, although it was so crowded there.
This is where I was getting this epiphany, I belong to a different box.
Being surrounded by so many, I was seeing people were with their own kind.
When it comes to drinking, talking or just hanging around.
I couldn’t really tell.
The people I was seeing, none of them felt fitting to me.
‘I am still single, because I am in the wrong box of people’.
Something I was thinking.
A thought I had since I am not really fitting in the box of people I was surrounded by at that moment.
I might be a fish in the wrong sea or ocean.
And yes, I laughed about this just a little.
While I was sitting there, experiencing all these experiences by just looking over this river.
I was thinking : ‘I shouldn’t be here on my own’.
A dream I have, to bring people over.
The unlovables, the ones afraid to fall in love or the hopeless romantics with their heads in the clouds.
It feels a bit like heaven.
Heaven on earth.
My senses are that strong.
A good place to be is what I can say.
‘Wouldn’t that be great?’
I was saying it to myself, I don’t really know if it was a question.
A foundation to build further on, understanding what it is.
First I will give it a name, like all new things born.
I will call it the box of love.