While I was waiting
I forgot what I was waiting for
The sound of the clock comes nearer
Every breath I take
Sometimes my breath and the tick from the clock melt together and become one
I realize my skin is the interface for the world and just keeps me away from becoming one
With the world
How much I wish to melt apart these days?
Becoming a new form, to mutate, to be this flexible
Why is it me to could not assume
Other physical states?
Am I a stone?
Yes I am.
I could be so many things
And live so differently
Do I live under Repression?
Under time Pressure?
Feeling kind of powerless..
But I am not!
Becoming my own home, where I let the loneliness inside and receive it
With arms wide open
I live in my body
And this is my home
Wanted to be accepted by others
Like I should be willing to accept their homes
I would love to be invited by them
And learn much more about other homes
How important proximity gets these days
Why not let the doors open?
We all need visitors.