Brain Shaped Nutshell ...or the oposite

There are times when we meet someone and create such a connection, that you think there can shurelly be so much more.

Time goes by, and the evolution of the relation becomes kind of irregular, like walking on step stones. Its so easy to slip on the moss. At the same time every stone you step forward feels like a giant blow of hope and energy.

The mind is such a terrible thing to taste, like a song that you might know. The same mind that helps to create the connection, becomes by a complexity of factors the main barrier for the evolution of the relation. Imprisoning almost all the true feelings that in the first place led to this point.

Then you think it will end. The chains that hold the shell might never break. But roots have been created, things have happened, that nothing, not even the mind can erase.

Although I might fail my steps, and the chains dont crack, the truth is, my own hope will torture and consume me untill the roots and the trunk make its way to the top, breaching through the shell, creating all the branches that finally will blossom to the most beautifull leves and flowers the two had ever seen.



Pencil on paper