Realizing

Yesterday, I met by chance: a client of my ex-job, a friend M., P. (Risk).

By the night, I missed an appointment with new fellows.
Instead of meeting them, I "really met" someone that I knew for many years...

How does it feels to be heard and to listen ?
How does it feel the trust and the way you can share your weakness, dreams and distress...?
How can we imagine, how rich and more achieved we can feel...

I tried so hard to look beneath the surface in an effort to get to know people, that maybe I was not aware that some of them could do the same thing to me.
The issue is if we are ready to be totally open and reveal ourself ?
I don't think so, that's why I am clear about my inner boundaries.

I am too wild to be held.
Yet, too recluse,
enough lonesome to never be alone.
Still, I want to be a stumbleine ...


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"So you scream from behind your door
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much but i'll take my chances
'cause god's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
'cause he has no children to come back for
It's hard to love there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time"