a thought

I am wild.
Dirty feet, i run barefoot through woods and rainforests. Open fields and secret water streams.
Alone with the sound of my breathing and the wind roaring in my ears.

I am wild.
Knotted hair, brushing gently across my face, it dances in the wind and rain.
Twigs, leaves and flowers hitch rides across the country side.

I am wild.
The stars call out to me, a part of me is out there. My essence, my purpose, my divine connection.
An infinite sky, forever changing, flowing, being, stillness.
Solitude, icy hands and a smokey breath. Let my bones charge in the morning sun light.
Always alone, but i will be free anyway and alive.

I am wild, Tribe of Gaia.

I feel others' feeling as if they were my own. Their pain, their joy, their way. In the end, only time will answer everything. We'll just end up with peace, happiness, pain or regret.
Time provides you and you decide.
Please, don't try fix me as you desire. The way is beautiful to me. I could see that is possible and all that I thru. Whilst other see all that is right and wrong and the reason why.
Please don't try to fix me. I could see..


Jakarta, 17.10