thoughts

for many years i ended where my neck begins.

my being was governed by a single authority: the head.

the body was left out of the hierarchy.

being there just to carry the head around,

it was of no interest to anyone.

having just a head, i truly specialized in thinking.

developed a dense net of thoughts.

each linked to each.

allowing for endless cascades.

calling countless memories.

shifting perspectives.

my private universe.

one day i noticed the body.

surprisingly still and quiet down there.

i got interested.

started to spend time in this new place.

not too much as my head is demanding and loves attention.

some day i looked up at the head.

it didn’t look back.

too busy to pay attention to me.

i saw its effort.

its trying to make sense.

its being afraid of loosing control.

its never resting.

i took a picture.

„do i look pretty in your picture?“

asked the head.

the troubled head, it has always something to worry about.

i continue taking pictures.

the head is looking at them, silently.

maybe it’s quietly learning.

maybe…

i know it’s working hard.

i know it‘s doing its best.

i‘m trying to let it be.

without my constant presence...

now i end at the soles of my feet.

i’m enjoying the new space.