Tuesday, August 28, 2007

An endless beach.

I can't feel.
There are no footprints in the sand of my beach.

My soul... is traveling lonely roads somewhere far away and I don't know where it is.
Maybe it is sitting in a comfortable train riding through the steppe somewhere in Siberia? Maybe in a small buss in the middle of India or a ferry boat here in my Baltic Sea?
Or is it flying an ocean in a silver plane..?

Somehow nothing is real enough. Even me.
Am I?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Baby, where are you now?
Italy or Latvia?
Miss you much :-)

uLLa said...

Yey:) I am back home. Now I know more than ever, that this is my place:) Can't wait to see you here!!