How it feels to breath with openness
In mind, in heart, in soul..
Where the wonders and miracles meet me
And disasters and vulnerabilities are immense in cues
What shall I tell in words or how shall I express without them..
As an artist with the love of expression
Or as a writer by putting forward the best possible appropriate combinations of letters..
With openness comes choices, comes chances
With openness comes freedom,
But freedom always has its opportunity cost.
So does this cost be the breath I intake, or the breath I exhale..
What lies or what I hold after paying the cost by my breath
Is it the freedom again or emptiness as void inside, as void inside….?
Is it just the expression of openness and void or a question to self on my life or for my life ..??