When I walk alone, do I think about a lot of things? Might be. Some time I lost my direction from the complexity, I feel a bit sad but not that much. Some time I strength myself up and feel a bit happy but not that much, either. I follow old friends’ blogs but, I feel kinda strange, like fading away from where I was. Some time I don’t know my own words, nor make myself clear. Is the light still there?
Autumn is coming, four seasons, rainy days in Edi make me feel a bit chilly, but not that much. I like the rain drizzling down, on my shoulder, disappear, like it a lot. I feel so pleased when I was walking in the rain, in the park, in this possible familiar city. I feel tears inside myself, may be not that sad but yes it is there. Maybe one day I can find my way back I have to. Will this continue? Will this end?
I have to get myself back, if …
We are all moving forward, as long as you know who you are, and where you come from, you don’t need to stay in the same place 🙂