The Flower on the Leg
A relief from the mental desert
The poetry, I think it’s still there. I haven’t been able to hear it these days, but every once in a while the memory of it floats through me, and I am there again. When the muses and the Gods were present.
I am starting to understand a little bit how it has left me. I realize that the more I am online, soaking in the thousands of images, my own inspiration wanes. It is a simple solution, but I will try it.
In my absence of clarity, there was one moment that shone and stood out from all the others. And it was the moment that I looked at this image, the one above, which was a perfectly exposed film photo, so crisp and clear that it is almost indistinguishable from a digital image in quality. In all of this, in this mental desert, I had found a little stream of water.
The reason for this frustration, this mad rush, is because Life might change for me. There have been new things happening, and I tremble with gratitude for it, and I spend every waking hour trying not to waste it, or take it for granted.
These next few months will determine a lot of things, and I feel a heaviness, my mind changes so dramatically from one moment to the other, and I can’t seem to find relief and focus. This time of my life is extremely important, one that can determine the…
