Dancing With My Soul

When I wake up I remember that I am free. Free as a bird that flies without seeing what it leaves behind. Free as the waves, which come and go from the shore as they please, splashing your feet and leaving a part of your soul wet. Free as the breeze, secretly witnessing, like a silent spectator, the sighs of lovers. Free as a kite, a kite of dreams that lets itself be carried by the current, that flies high, without letting itself fall due to any turbulence.

I wake up, and the wind whispers the melody of a storm, and I find myself alone, dancing with my soul.