No worries, no anxiety, 
no need to control or change anything.
A soft feeling of joy, 
quiet and persistent 
like the autumn rain.
It seems around me it is only a vast space
where time is only now.
Gone is the old guilt
for not doing anything,
for not wanting anything,
for not being anyone.
I need nothing of that,
I go around smelling the air,
feeling the ground under my feet,
listening to life
playing its music,
dancing with it.
Everything I need is for free.

As if

Don't we (almost) all live "as if"?
As if it was a God, as if it wasn't
As if Life were friendly, as if it were hostile
As if this had a sense, as if it hadn't
As if a rose was beautiful, as if was mostly thorns
As if this moment is all there is, as if it wouldnt matter
Don't we (almost) all pretend it's true
or at least our truth
Don't we (almost) all choose not to be?
I write stories.. they come to life
but I misspell some words