Lonely homelessness

Up until now I have not registered how lonely it can get. I am too used to the noise of the loved ones, the careless laughter and the sweet talks. I got spoiled by the sweet old beggar.

Now I am playing hide ans seek alone in a huge Victorian house.

I don’t feel at home here any more. I am not at home anywhere any more. Still until I am covered with dust, until my soul is trapped in the dirt, I’d better find some shelter in the wilderness.

The loneliness comes from disconnectedness. I am lost in the representations, I am not having the connection.

I am too tired to make an effort. I am too exhausted of the challenges that sometimes life throws at me to cope. I can only breath and hope that for the moment it is just enough.

Anyways, when the body and mind are driven to exhaustion, they start giving into a higher degree of guidance and a different quality of experience.

I am on the verge of two world balancing on the edge of the knife.

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