Talking the walk

Talking the talk and it walked the talk to the worlds that are always nice and good to feel inside like visiting the space with no time and place the mind are so happy in there admiring the world outside

The night became suddenly so blurry in vision gaze some chaotic memories fast build the pressure not necessary to me this way but I kept releasing them okey

as I needed to manage also a bit of a heatwave sitting and taking a rest

eating apple my mind came back to it's usual state

Let's go home

it's time to create

to digest and to eat some dinner with guests

Words are not the same

When You are in the walk or when You are at home the mind are starting the talk with each other but they never stay the same as You write them

they become unknown shift into some other parts of the mind reconstructing experiences in time

they shift to some other kind of balance

I wish they could be the same written

They would sound like water is reaching the river

Why does She think We don't sound the same way on the screen

the words have deeply travelled the water to find its turn to reveal the inner thought

We are here for Her and She doesnt even appreciate the sound of us in it

human are so complicated to be with to connect with why there was no other way for her to just copy the mind like that on paper

She might be different the more complex one ? they wondered

Maybe Her neurones are more divided and it takes a way longer to be connected again without all other distractions

maybe she need the solid connection or a peace in her space to be able to be free to do and write what she exactly feels like

wasnt Her freedom the best way to her healing solution ? the words still were looking for any possible answer without screaming it aloud in the ears and molecules of her brain She could just feel a bit of a tension when the mind words were travelling with answers to find the best solution

if only the words knew how it is not that easy to become the mind written in here to be free to just be

She came closer to touch the water and the river started to run faster as if she was making the path for Her to freely walk in there

writing the world out of Her without noticing and feeling anything more and anybody for the first time Her world was in there silent and peaceful no talk no behaviours could stand in Her way the peace was in there

in moments of transition in between the mind and the words written

solving and releasing the untold stories and layers of experiences in between the moments of just Her inner being and the silent note the silent space around Her thoughts going through the emptiness of the space and emptiness of the mind shifting the time the space the luck in life written in Her mind

This time the mind synchronized with the words and became One drifting note