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Reflection

When I walk 
I walk in silence
My footsteps
Cutting the line
Deeper into the soil
This makeshift border
Between madness
And the sky below
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(Pre) Shower Thoughts

My wife said “Babe, seriously, write.” — So write I wil.

I’m sitting naked on the edge of the bathtub. I just shaved off my beard of a few days and am about to take a shower. Today we’re going to meet with some friends that have invited us for dinner. It should be a relaxing and nice day.

I feel lost. Not desperate or anything like that, mind you. Nothing as immediate as that. I just don’t know how, what, I am supposed to feel anymore. I’m lacking a way forward.

Next week I’ll meet the psychologist again. Her first question will be “How’s it going?” And right now, I don’t know how to answer that question.

Jotting all this down, I can tell, is making me feel more at ease, though. Things feel less out of place, with some puzzle pieces falling into those irregular-shaped openings that before were just emptiness, places without a purpose.

Maybe it is as simple as ‘write’.

Going to take that shower now.