Belonging

(Maya Angelou)

You are only free when you realize you belong no place – you belong every place – no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great.

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Choice

Sometimes jumping out of a moving train seems safer than staying on board.

Jealousy

I am the pain inside your chest,

The sting that you will always deny,

You don’t admit me as your guest,

Yet hold me tightly in your embrace.

My teeth are nibbling at your heart,

While you are pretending to be alright.

Your dread is my food, it makes me grow.

You fear to lose what was never yours,

You hope to hold what wishes to go

And crave certainty on a battleground.

My name is not spoken out loud,

Your silly shame is my safe ground

To feed on hearts that I’ve found.

World Map

Your eyes are wide open as you look at the map and listen to me. You understand the names of continents and countries, but you don’t see my dreams, that are taking me away from you for a moment, while my finger is still sliding across the map. You have some vague sense of „far away“, but I cannot explain you how long it takes to get from one place to another or how thrilling the discovery of new worlds is. You have already flown in an airplane, but you have no idea how liberating the flight can be.

Your world is still free in your oblivion, so you cannot understand inner fights for freedom.

Your home is still safe with mom and dad, so you cannot grasp inner homelessness.

You haven`t seen many roads, but you don`t have to search a way back to yourself.

You just see a map with colours and shapes. That is all you need.