What I went for yesterday,
was more a strategy of failure.
the habit of giving up on who you really are.
I can not write for others, and I can not dance for others.
I refuse to exist for others or to serve their eyes,
because my vision is not to be what they want to see. freedom is my forever moto.
I let them go,
I let them leave my horizon.
Then right away, I refocus on my momentos joy
in a still vast vast field
remained to me
free of crossing thoughts.