Unbalanced

Listening to the sounds of the house

Water flowing through pipes

Dinner being made

Children playing

The murmur of  a YouTube channel

I am there and in the same time at a distance

Taking part and observing

Losing distance depletes me

Being distant means falling into my

Own ocean of dreams and circular journeys

Where is balance to be found?

 

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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