Yearning for Horizons

On the tiniest balcony in existence. I ponder life with a warm

tea in hand. Under an infinite sky that whispers untold stories. The mountains watch

with silent grace and I remain anchored. Yearning for horizons I cannot grasp,

my path feels obstructed. Disconnected from crashing waves, lush forests,

and the comforting touch of familiarity. Invisible barriers seem to confine me to this constricted

realm. The body holds its own chronicles, treacherous and unspoken, while my soul

recalls the rivers journeys, the wave songs and the trees' whispered secrets.

Tears rise quietly, unbidden visitors filling voids left by unanswеred whispers from a world