Blurriness. On my face.
As if I am not in focus. Playing a role in the background. Being a nullity. A non entity in someone else's story. This constant feeling scares me, convinces me more and more every second. But there are moments when it goes away. Moments made of icicles. Sharp and fragile.
When I lie curled up in the blanket, dark and warm.
I lay and listen to music.
And as I feel the vibrations in my body, the vibrations of the strings my fingers have never touched.
I feel singular. Detached. Clear and one.
As if the ripples in the lake where I see my Reflections, have come to a stand still .
The music goes on. And the focus descends on me again.
Beautifully. Dancing on the Melodies.
And i become crystal clear again.
I feel alive mostly.
But right now, my heart beats for me. For my story.
And I lay with eyes closed, in my puddle of clarity.