Outside the weather is singing.
The smells are colorful bright. The earth is a cool catching light.
Inside my soul is screaming.

The weather is dark without any direction, not wanting to call, see, sing, or feel any reflection.
The surrounding air is surreal. Restless. Longing for a place of belonging.
Windows are open, but this
is
a
closed
door.
The outside is tempting, but there is no space to feel this poor.

Time to start running to feel everything: not nothing. Here, surrounded by energies we know, the inside is still alone.
In a far memorie the soil was warm and the being was a sunken stone.
There, the breathe is
slo
wing
down
and
the songs are
surrounding
the inside
with
a hug,
but we start to unplug.

Swimming faster, before we start to cool down. Do we feel calm or do we need to
STOP.
now?
The water is a blanket under the sky of stars, and still this is not a place where we feel protected. We are on the otherside. Disconnected.

A tree appears on the horizon and her roots reach as far as the sky, the world is up side down, and we just start to understand why.
The inside is screaming for a place to face the mirrored outside. Suddenly we realize WHERE
the roots are tied.
The soil where we are rooted is far away,
and only the inside is the place I want to stay.

C.