Something in the air of Spring
or fighting seasonal misery
There is something
in the air of Spring
that melts the walls
of restraints.
Something about the Sun,
or maybe the smell
of wet grounds,
or the sound of
chirping birds,
that unsettles the loneliness
holding you in a headlock
making you hold your breath
and your joy
and your art,
to the rythmn of winter winds.
How come
when the celsius rises
inspiration comes running back?
My art is afraid of slipping on ice
and hurting its sens of construction,
not knowing how to put words together anymore,
by fear of undoing those icewalls around them
in case they are the ones of an igloo
holding up a roof on top of its head.
How can you differentiate the walls
that keep you safe
and the one that keeps you in?
Someone should teach my art
to not be afraid of winters
cause Spring always come back after a while,
and with it comes back life.
Maybe my art is hibernating,
or maybe it comes from the surrounding,
and how can you create about feelings
if you can't feel anything.
highjacked by your own thoughts
seasonal misery
can't feel the overstimulation
of my brain in hyperaction.
Considering your entire life choices
stuck in an infinte scheme of thoughts
and how you feel anything
if you can't get out of your feelings?
There is a distance needed
to break the restraint
to create space between what holds you
and yourself.
Someone should teach my art
to go take walks in winter.
About the Creator
Strange & Poetic
Fixation on the beauty of what’s being felt. Feeling ( through/because of/is the reason of): art.
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