My Shadow
The thought starts as soon as I open my eyes... but it's not enough for me.
I don't just care about being awake; I need a rise, a flight, a step, a sigh...
Excitement washes over me, though I don't know how it found its way to my sleeping heart. I can't calm it, because it keeps burning a flame that burns, smolders, grows and transcends.
I feel a gap between the life I live and the one I need, the one that calls me into the vortex of eternity.
I get caught in the trap of my own thoughts. They are taking away my tower of belief piece by piece.
They are tearing it down. They lit it. They are drowning her.
What if at that moment we rejected everything that we considered important and everything that was related to our lives?
What if we go on and on, where there is no going back, because the traces disappear like a fragile snowflake of regular symmetry and shape?
What if I scatter my thoughts somewhere?
What if they're not mine?
Again, that's not enough for me either.
I want height.
I feel a gap between my worlds.
I am overcome by my own shadow.
She points to my dreams.
Are they achievable? Even better: what will happen when I achieve them? Will new ones appear?
... or is that it, it's just my dreams!
Aleksandra Stefanovic