a Vision of Self

Speeding on my bike wraped in my scarf as a larvae in a cocoon, through that holy moist night, i experienced the taste of liberation, not from you love, but from long-time dwelling demons, crawling proudly inside, the discomfort of my frozen ears and crying eyes for the cold didn't get me astray, i chased cats along the way, i stopped to watch them roll in the gutter with the imperious feeling to reach and touch, give myself all in a conniving moment, i smiled timidly to my neighbors always lowering my head but with a different heart this time, as if i wasn't so troubled by the interaction, as if for once i kept myself one in front of the other and didn't project my vision into them, i was pedaling energically and imagined i could be a good writer, it whiped me, so true, so possible, tonight during that incongruous ride, i knew my process of creation and acceptance, the personal acts to perpetrate the goodness, i knew i could find myself, not being so embarrassed in front of the world, not shatter to pieces, but strong and sure, so sure of what are my goals and what i am in my entirety.