I feel restless,
like a wild animal
snatched from the forest,
like a willow
bent by the wind
or the light of a neon signs
that is about to burn out
and that doesn't know
whether to light up or to turn off.
I'm inside a cyclone,
where everything is spinning around
and chaining yourself to the ground is useless
because it shouts in your ears
and bends your skin
as you were a clay mannequin.
Escaping is useless
because the cyclone is everywhere.
There is only one place
where I can find peace:
the eye of the cyclone

and that's you!

August 30, 2020