I am

Sometimes we need solitude. 
When making a decision. 
When thinking about life. 
When reading.
I'm alone now.  My mind is a wild horse, I don't try to control it. 
I try to remember the moment that I discovered that there was something in me connected to something external. Something that was me, but that was not. 
I remember the moment perfectly.  I was in a Yoga class. Maybe stretching the body also makes us stretch the mind, who knows?
Few times in my life have I felt so intensely being in myself.  There is something that lives and breathes outside of me, but that is still me.  I spend my life looking for it, even though I don't have enough words to describe it.
I write these lines in search of a stranger who escapes me. 
Mist of imagination. 
Intricate feeling, rooted in the chest. 
Maybe life is just that, an endless search that makes us wander, always changing places...
I'm in Ireland now, what I know exists but I don't know what it is, is not here.  It's time to move on.  The gears are moving again so that my feet can leave the place where I find myself and go in search of the unknown. 
And all words are just that: an endless search for myself. 

PS: I'm like the tree in the picture I took today, reaching out towards the sun.