Gates of desires in my forest of fears.

The shadows are coming down again.

My foggy emotions are searching to feel.

Walking deeper into the tall humming trees.

I cannot realise I am somehow moving forward.

My eyes are shut.

I know I cannot find you here.

This is my world of desperation.

All gates are closed.

I cannot rest.

I sink deeper again.

Running away, running away from you.

But I always end up facing a wooden gate again.

You do not want to let me in.

I cannot separate this world from the current harsh reality.

So I dance with the shadows.

In the emotional melody of your remembering breath.

In the music improvisation of your inner self.

For a final release of complicated thinking.

To the beautiful memory that will always remain.

I drink from this river.

Take me back to the start of the circle.

Because this gate is half open and will never shut nor welcome me.

I am falling into the soft colourless grass again.

But the shadows are not tired of dancing yet.

I sink in surrounded.

Dizziness.

I cannot help but fall asleep.

The next day a brown leaf appeared as the sudden rain washed down her own sorrows and woke me up.