I fell Like I am Learning to Fly, again…

Every morning I wake up imagining a new different day, imagining when this nightmare will end. When we will back again to look at each other’s faces, smiling without masks, feeling without fear … getting excited when walking through forest trails and nature paths, with friends and hugging around, holding hands and playing all these old songs…

So many things I can imagine but, I am really exhausted, I am tired of forcing my mind to find the way out and jump out of this new reality.

The one that we have arrived alone, where the harbors are empty and the souls are broken in oceans full of nightmares. Without being able to react to our own incompetence that sakes our faces every single day…

Without limits, we are capable of overflowing us due to our myopia and lack of solidarity with ourselves. I want to jump out of this new reality, always going down.

Dinosaurs were able to live on this planet for millions of years in the past, we are still bent on our self-destruction, what else?.

Meanwhile, I keep imagining the long mountain bike rides through the valleys, enjoying the long-awaited freedom of my soul, playing my old Gibson guitar under the moon, and the stars.

To all my “real” friends all around the world;+)

Take care and be safe.

Carlos J. Ochoa Fernández ©