I think I should say something. There are new things. There are old coincidences. I’m no longer my own. Yet, I hide myself. If I revealed myself but no one would see, is that sad or not?
Keep looking, keep going. I’m often more serious than I’d like. I can’t describe how I feel right now. I touch secrets with the tips of my fingers. I feel it through my body but can’t hold it, I can’t hand it over.
And I change a lot, but simultaneously stay the same. I let myself be shaped and formed. I go under every time. I’d prefer to walk outside if there’s no one else. But that’s not how it works, and maybe I should stop hiding. What’s the point of invisibility? To see yet not be seen. To know yet not exist. That doesn’t sound quite right. Maybe I should surrender. Release. Dream. Hope.
I’m walking on the edge of the abyss, but I don’t feel scared, really. Rather amazed, every day, that I am still standing and that the view is so stunningly beautiful. Actually, I feel safer than ever here on this ledge. This life is so surprising and interesting. And I’m acting strong. And I know what’s going on. And at the same time I feel small and know nothing.
How beautiful is that?
