trapped into the life to which I belong
trapped in the beauty of everydayness, the slow countdown to my final day and the banality of tiny foolish acts
trapped in my current passions and lasting loves, possibilities, chances, daily concerns and regular obsessions
trapped in the sweet breath of my body, the unspoken words and the days lived
trapped in sacred spaces and trivial delusions, nostalgia and resentfulness
trapped in my bliss
trapped in the margins of old stories, the sides of helplessness and glimpses of pure joy
trapped in hope and the need of desertion, contradictory emotions, expectations and preconceived ideas
trapped in amazement, dull duties, changes and the vast complexity of acceptation
trapped in darkness and the longing for light, the lack of confidence, open hearts and unexpected generosity
trapped in ridiculous dramas and well-grounded sadness, shades of grey and the red color of anger
trapped in my awareness
trapped in the arms of destiny, the mourning for future sorrows and pains and the endless fields of fear
trapped in tragedies and laughs, no prospects, silence and whispered advices
trapped in misunderstandings and well-intentioned lies, dreams and the old known strictness
trapped in my bended – yet not humbled- willpower and words the maybe don´t mean nothing
...trapped in the freedom to be myself |
1 comment:
this is lovely. i love the way you layered the flower images on your hand.
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