I no longer fit the outline
of who I used to be.
The edges have shifted,
some softened, some sharpened,
some lost altogether,
as if time has carved me
into something unrecognizable
but still mine.
I reach for old habits,
old names,
old certainties,
but they do not sit right in my hands.
The echoes of who I was
do not match the weight
of who I am becoming.
So I start again.
I trace the new lines,
hesitant at first,
learning the angles of my own existence,
the way I bend,
the way I refuse to break
in the same places twice.
I do not know
if this version of me
is stronger,
but I know it is real.
I know it holds.
I know it is still standing.
And maybe that is enough.
Life without money
Very boring and funny
But educative
No company to commune with
Solitude your best friend
Constantly reminiscing and relearning.
A broke man, a lonely man
Bitter many days, always angry and worried
Many label him lazy
Forgetting hard times humble people
Many call's him crazy
When caught laughing and happy all alone.
When a man is down
If there's no leaning shoulder
It takes God and miracle
No body understand
Every action or reactions
Makes him lazy and crazy
If you listen and support people
Instead of condemning or humiliating them; They're liberated from whatever.
Happiness is like a soothing
taste of white wine
where you fall asleep
to the tune of the wind and waves
Coronavirus;
Making us relearn basics
What a great teacher!
17.4.2020