My Voyage Of Self-Discovery

Earlier this evening:


I think that I may have found my new place of inspiration. It's so quiet and calm and peaceful...I feel as though I am at one with nature here...the quiet seems alive, somehow. I don't want these to be empty words, copied from someone else...I'm not having some kind of out-of-body, holy experience or anything! This place (Stockholm as a whole) reminds me a lot of Hong Kong - perhaps it is because they are both so foreign to me - but with one difference; Stockholm feels like home.


I feel as if I could walk on and on and on forever here, along between the trees, by the water. But then you get a glimpse of the city, of reality; real life. It should spoil it but it's so Swedishly beautiful and so far away that it doesn't.


I feel as though I need to remain silent and hidden as others pass by. Keep my presence a secret. As though knowing that other people know of me here will spoil everything...the whole serenity of this place. I know they know I'm here - I'm sure of it! - yet somehow I cannot help but feel like this. It's a beautiful, unspoken secret between me and nature, hidden from the rest of the world.


I feel as though this - the sound of nothing but footsteps and nature and the water lapping against the rocks - this is the true sound of silence.




Serenity


I feel as if I have walked today
A truly secret path
Through the forest.


I know it
To be untrue,
I do.
Yet still I walk
My secret pathway.




My voyage of self-discovery. I don't mean to be pretentious; it's just how my mind is thinking of it...the way it has decided to refer to it...in my head.


Even the sound of myself seems intrusive...rude, somehow.


And now...back to reality.