I sometimes wander around in pursuit of myself. Looking over and over in between the bushes, the water, the roads and an art. I stop and exhale, inhale, exhale. I turn my head and the water speaks to me. She says: stay for a while, sit down and listen. So I sit and time has no limits now. I fall in nowhere, and nowhere embraces me. I wake up, but I can't see. The wind made me blind by my hair, so I can find, what I'm looking for. I see nothing, but I see myself. The relief is unthinkable. Smile causes wind to breeze my hair away. I'm a bit troubled, this strange feeling itches my neck. I'm happy, thank you nature.