recently I've been thinking

that I needed to empty the backpack, before I knew what to put back in it.

I remember, one morning

getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. you know, that feeling? and I remember thinking to myself: so this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. and of course there will always be more.

it never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. it was happiness. it was the moment. right then.

doctor, what is happening to me?

palpitations
my mind's diseased
even my vision is impaired
I'm losing my hair

(вчера станаха точно четири години от началото на този блог. благодаря на все още четящите.)

I paused to listen to the silence

my breath, crystallized as it passed my cheeks, drifted on a breeze gentler than a whisper. the day was dying, the night being born - but with great peace.

in that instant I could feel no doubt about man's oneness with the universe.