Way to nowhere.

Just as I feel - I am running to nowhere.

Scotland - summer 2014

Running to nowhere

alone, in this deep dark

the funny thing is I'm not scared

just disilluded.


This summer I was in Scotland.

It was like a dystopian dream,

everything seemed so dead.


It was

like the world I knew had disappeared

swallowed by some grey past

cold and fully loaded with fog.


I loved the streets, though.

They seemed to go nowhere, like I was,

wandering around, in my tweeds colored stockings

trying to find some answers

to all these questions

in my head.



I felt HOME.



I had decided

to put my feet on Jura island

and there I wanted to bury my past

my previous life

and seal the whole shit with whisky.


It worked

a few days. Maybe some weeks.

And I enjoyed every second of

that silence.


The PEACE.



Then the ghost of solitude came to claim my soul back.

"You don't have the right" he said

"to start again. You're dead. You've been created

to stay with me. Forever."


Good morning solitude, I answered back. 

I didn't miss you, I didn't feel alone without you.

Maybe just a little.

Actually

A LOT.

And yes

Since I've been born to this

this is my place.

Solitude.

Emptyness.



SWEET.

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