What should I think? What should I do? What should I feel? Which way should I follow?
Sometimes my head is empty because it’s full, sometimes it’s empty because I just can’t decide which shoes I should wear to this journey.
So many paths in front of me and I’m just there, frozen, waiting for a warm breeze.
Sometimes my head is empty because I’m afraid, afraid to dive in my own river and let it drive.
Sometimes my head is empty because I trust, I trust that my feet will be dragged to the path where I will not need a mask.
Sometimes my head is empty and even without a thought, tears rain through my eyes down my face and my heart rides on my chest. Then I know.
Something is out there, for me. Where?
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