You can be everything you want.
I heard a voice talking.
But first you have to become NOTHING...
What did I want to be?
I was asking myself,
as the rough shapeless „I“ was lying in my hands.
I felt the wind,
its wafting with every breath I took.
It opened a space.
I climbed on a hill
and called the wind
to be a part of me.
Now when I walk
I like to imagine
that someone will see
I am the girl who brings mountains…
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