The sun warms my hand as I hold the book
And I feel the soft movement of the train under my seat, my back bounces a bit, I’m floating.
I have found my calm here
I have found my blue
In this city in which my mind overflows with ideas but I can only stay seated and read
Because I have to commute
So I stay on the train and enjoy a moment for myself,
something that I have lacked for a long time in a place where nothing happened just hours flew by me and I couldn’t find a second to observe my surroundings
In here I breathe, I stop, I change directions and run, I mark days in my calendar I move forward to my big mountain, I adapt my working spaces and read paragraph after paragraph with a pen in my hand because every word read, every view from the window, every sound from outside, urges me to write.
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