#159 Back On The Road...

I heard the signals

from the fleeting clouds

and the ever flowing stream of water,

the new born leaves

that steer us to the seasons

were reminding me of my journey ahead..

I grabbed my half filled water bottle

and the partially dried

rain soaked boots

it was time to make the shoulders

work again;

the bag pack felt heavier this time

it were not the things inside the bag

but something inside of me

the emotions and the feelings

that were built under this piece of sky;

I rushed my way to the far side

closer to the trail of lake Baikal

unbothered by the empty bottle

and the shrinking portion of cereals..

I was back on the road

making friends with the tall grass

and the mountain air,

I told them all about

the time I had spent under the dome

as if to empty the heart

filled with love and remorse

because I remembered

what spoken sticks with the brain

what unsaid fills the heart...