snowing, it's cold outside, did a lot colder in the past days.
thoughts flow as if an invisible tirassi common thread among many, many snowflakes.
guess the spider web that appears from nowhere and instead of feeling the big spider all check very skilfully, I feel in the moth trap.
Trapped in thoughts sometimes wonderful and immediately harmful as a sudden cataclysm.
And if it were an unfathomable sign of destiny?
And if that served to give me the momentum necessary to make decisions?
And if it was unconventional weapon to wipe out my indecision on doing? And if
....
who knows what will become of me, when I do not even read in, but ....
not feel anything, not just the fear of what will happen, what could or should happen.
unstable and yet still in a constant reassuring stillness ... So
stable surprise, everything to make a frame building of a shot of incredible clarity and sharpness.
Sooner or later I will understand what to do with me and my life.
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