Dancing With My Soul

When I wake up, I remember that I am free. Free like a bird, that flies without seeing what it leaves behind with its passing. Free like the waves, which come and go from the shore as they please, splashing your feet and leaving a part of your soul damp. Free like the breeze, which secretly witnesses, like a silent spectator, the sighs of lovers. Free like a kite, a kite of dreams that allows itself to be carried by the current, that flies high, without letting any turbulence make it fall. I wake up, and the wind whispers the melody of a storm, and I find myself alone, dancing with my soul.