There's a sadness inside me that I don't know exactly where it comes from.
I know parts of it, I know kind of where they come from
but I can't control it.
I just have a tendency to break down when I don't feel well
or at least not perfect, not in my exact way.
Alone, there's something of alone in me
that needs to be always alone,
no interference.
The need to be away if need so,
no complain or apparent reason.
There's a sadness strong in me,
a unusual way of being that needs
and fights to be through me
and if I get so entwined in this physical life
I start to break down, like I need to be somewhere else
aswell as here, all the time.
I need to have that safe space inside
that meets my needs completely,
that doesn't judge, that knows that reality
is maya, illusion and only space where to manifest life,
my own little strong life.




The need to be as you are all the time
and let the immense forces of intuition and power
give birth to your being every single moment of your
not so important life for others but for you the only one you know,
are and be.

So sadness is needed to bind the parallel universes of your own little conscious
that after all connects you to the overall song of life and universe where you truly
and intimately belong. 

Belonging to life itself,
nothing more,
nothing less.

(cry your strong power of acknowledging more)