Anxiety

I have decided to be friends with my mind what in fact includes being friends with Sir Depression, Madame Anxiety, Tribe of Fears, Holy Weirdness… and Mystical Magical Something S.

I decided to be friends with my head and weird brain, which now is called autistic. And so what? Who does not have problems?

Come on, we all have…

Watching for hours something does not mean I am weird…

I am a scientist and an artist… this is my job.

To observe, write down, create my own research subjects, look for, touch, proofs… to check and of course do my own experiments, but sometimes… nature hits me so much with her own doings…

And I stop.

I stop and all I can do is watch the horizon. 

Amazing, bit apocalyptic maybe, but still… fascinating.

At least for me.

Those clouds, the sea, roofs, trees, birds…

Rain was passing, coming back, circling around…

Or maybe just Sleeping Gods had a dream?

Who knows what was happening under that sun…

Being so far away, pure gold pouring from the above.

Was it a door I missed being open, because I was scared? And home… or maybe… it was the sweet evil, which I escaped because of the same reasons?

Maybe…

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