© Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings
What’s the feeling of being free?
Space is moving inside me.
I follow the movement,
thoughts are popping up here and there,
but they don’t mean anything to me anymore.
I can watch the thoughts appearing out of nothing,
and disappearing into nothing.
If I don’t follow them, they quietly move past me,
I don’t need to hide anymore.
I’m out in the open, I’m totally vulnerable,
but I’m free, free to be vulnerable,
free to be nothing.
Free to be.
-Nanne Nyander "One Without a Second"
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