Strange when all the wishes disappear.
When nothing left to be done.
No further goal to be achieved.
Clueless, no plan.
A peace inside that surpasses every urge.
I guess I am done here.
I guess that means that is time to leave.
– sanados
Tag: urge
Lucky
I was back to the old bridge.
A long forgotten bridge in the forest.
It was a railway bridge.
Now covered and hidden by grass and trees.
But what a beauty.
Rusty but strong.
I like heading out there.
Standing on the railing and looking down.
Down into a riverbed which dried out long ago.
I am there at least once a week.
Some urge always drags me there
to find some rest and some peace.
It is all so quiet there.
Peaceful.
After some hours when I get back home I am thinking
“Another day on which I did not jump off the railing.”
“Yet”
– sanados