Quidam

I love you! I so missed you!



I have made such a terrible mistake! I've been swept into the past again and abandoned the sweet flavour of irrationality, the only ingredient I needed in order to embrace the stability of my wicked, tricky mind. I let go of myself, getting trapped into the very known, the all-surrounding routine, which kept crawling to my reason and swirled through my thoughts, entangling them and making me feel like there was no laughter in the wind, no sun in a child's smile, no love... just that characteristic fear of being abandoned again. She felt weak and powerless, but at the same time she knew she had to do something against the fake state of "just being" she encountered. So the inner fight began... again.
 
"You are lonely."
"I am loved."
"You are trapped."
"I am free."
"You are lost."
 "I found myself."

And then it happened! She got out of the mists in a blaze of hope. No more shadows, no more inverted reflections of the Truth - just herself. She was Love again.