Moving around the world as it all is just a tennis ball, a grain of sand; the actual grain of sand from which I was reborne. I live now, at least the blood running through my veins says so. I belive more in the sun that shines even if today was cloudy. It really doesn't matter anymore if it rains or not, if it's fog or not, if the world gravitates around me or not. I got used to live in a state of hibernation, social one. I don't run anymore. Stopping was the best choice ever. Let others run for it, because I am tired of trying to fit in the pattern. I don't and I am happy about it. If I have learned anything in the past months, I've learned to be content with myself, to rejoyce on the simple fact that I wake up in the morning and I spend the evening with someone or doing something. I know better to see inside people and painfully I have realised that many don't deserve to be looked inside, to be looked at all.
There is no more waves to be my muse, maybe only the waves of my life. There is no more sand to cover my skin, maybe only the touch of someone I never knew that could touch my soul. There is no more sun to reflect upon the crystal clear water, maybe only the light of my eyes reflected in the light of my summer. The only thing that has remained are the memories, the past ones that will never come back, the present ones that I breath everyday, the future ones which I do not dare dream of. I am a box of memories that are built now and then.
Now I am just floating in the clear air, between the water and the sky, belonging to both of them , to none of them, trapped, letting only the tears to drop silently, stormly.