For some time my words were silent.
I had no inspirations. I was occupied.
By things, circumstances.
A change of a situation, it was necessary.
Getting out of my routine, finding a new foundation.
The uncertainty made me shake. Tremble.
I even cried, just a little.
New security was needed.
My words wanted to be built further on the words that I had already been writing.
“Where can I find your blog?”
Some people had asked me.
I have some short stories on my Instagram
The longer ones are on my website.
They want to be treated differently.
The conversations kept on going and it felt like I couldn’t breath.
An unknown pressure I felt.
I could still see and feel the words around me.
In clouds. In dreams. In the mind of people.
However, the stories stayed behind.
Another limitation I was facing.
What is prohibiting this time?
A burden?
Something to be cleared?
I felt doubts and insecurities.
What if the words would never come back?
Staying in my dreams or just on my webiste?
I felt a deep pain.
Words can’t express.
Or just this is how to do so.
Tears rolled over my face.
In a flash I could see the past passing by.
Perhaps even an epiphany.
In that moment.
The words were telling me, they weren’t leaving.
Perhaps it is not love as we know, but it is love anyway.