The edge

(A short write-up of my encounter during a recent morning run at a warm calming nature reserve)

I sat by the edge of the lake and I could get addicted to staring at the greenery all day. Whilst, I gradually drown into all kinds of complex thoughts, a labyrinth and then weird apparitions. Yet all at once I felt like I am who i am and  i am doing what I think I should do. And all things came into place like a map with lost countries/continents being replaced and at that moment I finally felt that I am truly alive. 

The wind gently blow past me and I thought of how my father would use to hold my miniature hand and I would throw pebbles into the lake. After so many years of confinement I am back here again, grown stronger I hope. 

The wind blew past me again, a little harsher this time.

 My eyes told me a new story.

7/10/2014

A.T.