I was riding a wave
high on adrenaline

it steered me away 
I realized
from a reality

it was not the sea 
that I floated on
but the concrete walls 
of the world around me

The world shifted 
the curtains were makeshift
for there was something to hide

an ugly truth
coming from the…

The metaphor of a door
the other one you could have opened

as far as I know
all unknown doors
lead to the same
darkness
till you open it
and start walking

The small part of the wall 
that was left
was huge

I couldn’t get around it

I still remember my first window
the view when I looked out

it was not much
but looking back 

I wish I could do that now
from the other side

A part of me stares at me
in a mirror
but I don’t see
the problem
the other half
till I do
realize

Do we ever change our head
and what moves inside

What side of the double stairs
going up
do I take

when I am not closer
to the answer

I am curious
for what to see in the window
furthest from me

that’s why I always look 
through new windows 
for me

because
it might be the one
furthest away 
from me

There is a little house
attached to yours
where you live
close to you
where you can
fly away
when your small 
and grow wings

I sit here now
listening
to me 
from yesterday

when I realized
the best path
is the one I walked
the day before
yesterday 

I don’t know 
how I arrived 
here

Listen to the call of some 
doors are not meant to be opened

try to listen unlocked
to be drawn 
closer 
a movement
a harmony wills 
closes 
your eyes 
in awe