Dancing my silence

I fulfill my reality.
And my check boxes.
Still there is a pending void.
My imagination bites.
It drives me forward?
Unknown.

The moon showed my way home.

Full moon.

Not me.

And the rebels, one day, they all go quiet.

The chronicle of a renormalisation, part 3

I try to satisfy my needs.
Most of them.
What I miss is the dogs.
I started loving them.
But they disappeared.
It is too early.
Neglected again or passed?
I meditated to find them.
Instead, I found a hurried mind trapped in a motionless body.
Like a fly in a closed dark room before it dies.
Then peace came.
Still no dogs.
I must find them again.
So much to learn.

In the meanwhile...
I read.
I see.
I know.
You know.
We know.
All things not shared but shared.
Honored by attention.
A caring echo.
I still care.
You still care.
We still care.
It is still me.
It is still you.
We are who we used to be.

Honesty.
Dogs.
Imagination vs reality.
Nights before I sleep.
Where do I return back to.

I am not who I am now?

The chronicle of a renormalisation, part 2

The range between excitement and tiredness decreases.
Still, I need some sleep.
Some dogs.
Meditation.
Few days off.
A nice dance party.
Some inner flowing.
A home cooked food.
Some actions.
Few self restrictions.
And a well structured prioritising list,
based on now and a summer affordable time horizon.

A trip to US is waiting for me.
Let's see what we can do...
(and there's a smiley)

The chronicle of a renormalisation, part 1

Εδώ είμαι, εδώ είμαι, εδώ είμαι, εδώ είμαι.
My personal mantra to keep me here.
Chased by my early morning mad dogs.

Εδώ είμαι.
Invited them into a private meeting.
Meditation.
Scared let myself dive.
And then peace.
Peace. Ecstatic immediate peace.
No dogs.
No dogs.
Not a moment of dogs.

Day was real.
Hair dyes.
Girly summer plans.
Late night colleagues.
Early morning sleep.

Εδώ είμαι.
Reality.
Other people are here.