A text...A blog?
Lament
I don’t know what really happened to me…
The changes that I underwent or at what exact time I became what I am now…
Sometimes I look around and all I see is space to fill
Something just must be done….
There is a book to be written
A painting to be painted
A song to be sung
A body to be touched
A mind to be formed
A furniture piece to move from place to place…
But I silence, I stop, I do nothing, I sit or even lay down to wait for a moment when all the eyes just don’t realize I am right here…trying to create in silence… avoiding the criticism…
I try not to mind the comments, the very old and same comments that have become already so annoying…
Those comments made to attack my soul... to change who I am, again.
I go on disliking the way some people say that I just “can’t stop”… because I myself know I can’t…
Nor do I want to be told or reminded anymore that the day has only 24 hours and why, oh, why don't I just accept it?
Where, oh, where do I get my energy from?
How, oh, how am I so full of ideas - when my day is already full and so are my hands...?
I didn’t use to care for those comments at all at one point but some time, some day back there when all was going as it always had gone, I realized that I should listen to the people whose day have “only” 24 hours, whose minds have limits and whose limits exist. - and that is when it all went blurry and from then on...and I accept that I am just like everybody else. A person with limitations and a day of 24 hours.
I don’t know what really happened to me…
...
Then, when all seemed said and done: I simply stopped listening and all the energy just came back to me, ideas exploded out of me, with no limits, all the time...my hands and my mind were filled and overflowing, the days got longer again.
...I ressucitated.
Edy Skreinig