Photographical Me

Expression,
and freedom of expressing yourself has never been sweeter.

Writing is nowadays my music,
and Peter is now the instrument.
The instrument to play,
to shape the shapeless,
and to give form and meaning to what needs to be ordered.

Telling you,
telling me,
what is going on,
what is all about,
doesn't give solutions,
doesn't solve anything.

But like I always wrote here,
it is no longer about the end result,
it is no longer about seeking the end.
It is now about learning,
holding life, and time,
hand in hand,
walking along,
together.

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Packing a luggage before a trip always makes me think,
how and when should I use the belongings I will be carrying with me.

Packing the same luggage before going home,
always makes me think if I will ever come back,
always makes me wonder if I would see the persons I met again.

It always leaves a question in my head,
on how should I proceed.
On how should I continue in order to re live the experience.

Leaving someone behind,
will always be tough no matter what.

But a trip is always about a departure and a destination,
it is always about leaving and arriving,
it is always about saying Hello and Goodbye.

And to board on the plane,
to go where I want to go now,
a warm arrival is needed,
which does not depend on me anymore.

I do not want to hope,
It is not about holding on,
it is about realizing.
Realizing not what went wrong,
but what went right.

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Sometimes I write to deliver a message,
then it is up to you if you get it or not.

Sometimes I write to express myself,
then it is up to me to read it afterwards and learn from it.

But I always write for a reason,
and the reason why I sometimes write often,
more often than I usually do,
because there are reasons why,
and there are always people who would know what the reasons are.

Sometimes the reasons are just observations,
Sometimes they are about expression of a circle which leads nowhere,
and sometimes they are about something,
or rather, about someone.

I do not see myself as I.
I see myself like a photo album,
which is carrying endless photos,
taken with people,
or photos of people,
who have left an impression,
Impression after an impression,
they ultimately made me who I am now.

And sometimes what I write here is just a description,
of an impression,
of a photo,
which resides in a well kept page,
as to always remain there,
clear and vivid.

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It is just a matter of days,
maybe of weeks,
but I know how it will be.

Maybe its all about buying time,
maybe its all about easing it a little bit.

Or maybe its all about holding each other hand in hand,
and walk through it together.