castle

sometimes

i´m in a castle (and it´s not a russian one)

it is a castle i have built by myself,

with walls of  strict structure, strict planning and predictable arrangements.

i have built these walls around me

because i need a structured life, where most things are well planned.

sometimes it´s freedom of choice that drives me mad.

a fear, that every time you make a decision,

you might be missing the other possibility.

for that, i often remain  where i´ve always been

not moving forward.

and the problem is not

that i don´t leave the castle

because the doors are locked.

the problem is

i don´t leave because i don´t want to open the half closed door.

i need someone to knock

and ask hello?

for me.

for a start,

i´ll work on regaining some spontaneity.

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