Beautiful things

Sometimes in the middle of nowhere there is something beautiful.  Like the river this morning.  It took me a few seconds to get lost in it and find myself.  I've been lost for a long time.  Once upon a time, someone was trying to find herself.  And closer every day.  And day after day.  And someone in the middle of the road.  I started this blog / diary a little over a week ago.  Nobody knows that I write here, all these lines are written in the dark, hidden.  They are mine, intrinsically mine and, therefore, they are the most valuable thing I have.  And they are yours.  All lines.  They belong to those who find them.  One day at a time. A little more.  Always a little more.  Until the end of the path.