Where do thoughts come from, these uninvited guests that silently creep into my mind like shadows?
Where do thoughts come from, these uninvited guests that silently creep into my mind like shadows?
Do they sneak from corners of my soul I dare not visit, dark and unknown places?
They sit in my mind like unwanted visitors, asking questions I cannot answer, rearranging the furniture of my peace,
Leaving before I notice what's missing, leaving behind only a void and an unease that haunts me in the late hours.
How do I feel everything like a storm pressed against my skin, yet inside I'm empty like a wasteland forgotten by rain?
How do I see the world so clearly, the faces, the skies, the small and sacred things, yet I've never seen myself fully?
Neither in mirrors nor in the depths of my being, I am a stranger to myself, an unsolved and complex enigma,
I carry facts in my pockets like pebbles, but when I ask "Who am I?", silence answers first, oppressive.
I try to learn everything, every rule, every name, but I've never learned to sit quietly with my own mind,
To listen when it speaks in strange and gentle languages, to decipher the hidden messages in its mysterious whispers.
Perhaps thoughts are alive, small travelers from other worlds passing through me, waiting to be understood and deciphered,
Or perhaps I was never meant to find myself, but only to continue the search, until I become the question itself.
I am a question that not even the universe can answer, an enigma that unravels into thousands of invisible threads,
I lose myself in the labyrinth of my own mind, seeking meaning in every turn, in every fleeting and transient thought.
I am an explorer in my own consciousness, discovering uncharted territories of my complex soul,
Each thought is a star in an infinite inner sky, shining with unspoken questions and yet undiscovered answers.
In this inner journey, I am both traveler and destination and map, lost and found in every moment,
My thoughts are waves in an ocean of consciousness, rising and falling to the rhythm of the universe's breath,
And I float on this turbulent sea, trying to understand the deep currents that carry me towards unknown horizons,
In the eternal search for self, for meaning, for answers to questions I may not even know how to formulate.
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Dan Enache
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