I wanna close my eyes and dissapear somewhere far
This reality is turning into something too hard.

When my eyes are closed, I can be happy again
It is full of colors, it's all new terrain-
And there I am, flying, without an airplane.

Oftentimes I wonder what would it be like
In only one second, get rid of this life
And not to stop living; but rather ghostlike
Experience a living where sadness's unlike.

The dream is still running, but soon it will stop
I wish it would stay here, if only one drop-
This small piece of hoping would keep me on top
Would induce my spirit to enjoy the hop
Ignoring the fearing, remove the teardrop.

A hint of disapproval
Would turn me upside down
I do not seem to be brave enough
To set it on my own
And splashes of emotions
Of those I can't control
They turn me upside down.

I cannot trust my instinct
I do not feel secure
Of my own inspiration
I need confirmation
And do not know for sure
Whether my devotion
Has the results that I've hoped for

So all this renegation
The fear of humiliation
They turn me upside down
And that I can't control...

It starts with curiosity.
Then a deep breath.
This is time to travel.
Time to discover
Time to fly...
Lose yourself within the beauty.

Have you ever thought what an incredible tool that is?
Being a guest
Inside someone's mind
To know their thinking
Their thoughts, worries, reactions
Desires, fears, ambitions...

You can transform each time you pick a new title.
Lose yourself with it .

Trying to define the meaning of life
The way to happiness
Or what love is...
Is like chasing the wind
Touching the light
Or seeing someone's thoughts.

You may think you can do it.
And maybe you can..all is possible
It s all perfection
No right, no wrong.

Though convincing the self..
Of how solid wind can be
How light feels at touch
What thoughts resemble
..what an unfeasible burden..

Unless..

Through own eyes the world is seen.
Through own filters of the mind.
Perception transforms
...as another may see
An absolutely different world
From that what you see..

Identical subject.
But at the core of it..

At its core...
The individual essence
Defining the outcome.
Outlining differences.
Creating diversion.

Fall rain whispers
Comforting my soaked heart
There isn't any sound more beautiful, graceful
In this instance
Than the raindrop sound
Hitting the roof of the car
Gently
Announcing the change.
The chilly emotion encourages dreaming
Opens the heart
Dances along with a soothing nostalgia
And I feel real, passionate.
In touch with my own being
I feel alive
And not just living.

Poem (C) Lacramioara D. Jucan