My head weighs on my body
The pen also weighs heavily on my hand
Between how to live and how to die
Between what to write and what not to write
Between talking and being silent
Sometimes my brain weighs on my head
Sometimes the ink strikes in my pen and the tongue does not move in my mouth
Sometimes the only human on earth
Sometimes I get lost in the crowd and I think I do not exist at all
But I know you can’t rebuild until you destroy it
You will not reach peace until you create a storm
That is when the brain is on the head and
Head on body and
The pen becomes light on the hand and
The ink flows again in the my pen and the tongue dances in my mouth again.