Awake

Awake. I'm ready to put my glasses, cross the fence, feel the grass under my feets, and to start walking all over, without shoes, with the mind in blank. The sun rises behind my shoulder. I can feel it. The heat rising, filling every corner of my body. Like dancing in the rain, with happiness, feeling every single drop of water as part of your skin. Awake. I can see new colors. And put them in my palette, to paint an entire new universe. I forgot how I used to feel with the brush in my hand. The energy. The joy. The melancholia. And now, taking my steps in slow motion, everything is so different, surprisingly beautiful. Trees are more green, the waves have a special perfume. Love has a new meaning. Even the streets are organized in a way that gives me a lighter atmosphere. Awake. To the adventures of life. To the greatest things that I'm wishing for. To the things that will come. Everything that it is in the road, is the road. All that I've lived, that I'm living and will live. Everything and everyone is the road. So, walk and drive. Be.