I keep repeating the same old boring ideas, or at least that is how it feels like. It feels like a pair of words or a question will play repeat, repeat, repeat in my head – like I would be running in verbal circles, saying the same thing again, again, always stumbling to the same…

In their eyes, a wonder Stronger, yet tender someone tells a story With every breath, a light to behold, spirit free, untamed and wild Every word sparks a new universe of possibility And the awe of those listening, hearing about the imaginary worlds, makes me want to believe that we are not far away planets

Stand there, stay thereIn the in betweenGoing nowhereIn the middle of goingsomewhereStay there, just hang in thereYou are crossing overbut for nowyou can stayIn the in betweenBeing nowhereGoing somewhere