The Most Pleasant Air To Breathe.

I am in lack to lose myself
To let loose
To set myself free
Into old and new stories
Into a brand whole life.

I feel I am falling without a ground to step on
Falling forever into the screams of who never listen to any words I say.

The sound of the waves
recompose me, bring me back to the life I have forgotten to live.
The words of the books
make me travel to existing and possible worlds,
and not just for my worlds, which are well far from the ground and achievement.

Things that makes me feel good - enough - inside and out,
are the most pleasant air to breathe.