Where?

Seven dreams.

Seven streams.

Seven paths to walk.


I feel like I am standing still in my mind. With my seven choices, I am overwhelmed. I am frightened. I look for you in my frantic panic, because you are so much more sensible. Finding you is finding me. But you are no where to be found. I have my own responsibility. I have my own response.

So I'm closing my eyes to find ease, and dreams of falling - because the falling are free. In a free fall, the thoughts will not have control. Everything is so monotone and without lively rhythm. How am I supposed to dance without music? I find acceptance in the grey. I find myself in it.