A river, a blade of grass. Very often I find myself wanting to be part of nature. Something graceful, a transparent soul, a perfume, an essence that flies and disperses in the wind. I feel a burden inside me but at the same time I have nothing at least from the outside. More than a burden, it's nothing. Like a deep, black chasm, without end. Looking at it from the other seems calm, quiet, silent but inside has a huge chaos that does not emit. It is something that tries to emerge and be heard but at the same time to hide and fill up before someone or myself attempts to find a solution and make it disappear. I think it's a wound that you bring in, hoping it won't get bigger.