Metro Travel Books

the smell of fresh new book in my hands
gives me a kind of delight
to start a whole new distraction for my mind
to inspire my racing heart
my facial expression let you read what passes with my soul
breathing slowly
the essence of my depth comes with the air going out of my lungs
to mix with the oxygen outside that sometimes I forget to breathe
anxiety, that's what it calls
when it catches me unexpected
waiting for the bus
stressing out with people
a day when nothing is going right
when a burden wakes with me in the morning
and no sleeping again will help
my eyes will not close to dream
so I put it out of me
writing, screaming into the pillow, singing the loudest the better, sheding tears instead of letting it tear me apart
all the words written
about the space and humans around
actions full of consequences
says more about me than about them
they all have a journey behind and forward
to analyse and weight the good and bad of every action
to comprehend above all
and study what I can improve
judging others non stop will only fill and break this cup
the tempest is all inside
learn to learn to deal
not be afraid
let it flow
like the reading of the fresh new book
that teaches me by delighting
reflecting
stopping for a moment to carry on the road refreshed.