Snow like Sand

Its been almost 3 weeks now in Berlin, the time has flown like the snow across my face, each stinging moment melts away as fast as it came. I am finding a way to heal those war wounds of mine, even if in cold threatens to keep their dull ache ever so close, as if forgetting was losing. So I ache, as I walk each carefully placed step across cobble stones streets and past the paint glittered walls. I remember the way things smelt, the sounds like lullabies and nightmares for my sleeping brain. I remember the secrets, my privacy and the moments when it felt that I was on the other side of the world while sitting in my own home. And now I am in anothers home, on the other side of the world and I ache for a peace that I only find within myself on quiet summer nights, with the humid timbre in the air and only the sounds of the bugs to keep me company. What I would wish for to stroll down the streets, to walk past the house down the road where the fence is lined with a bush that smells like lollies.

But here, I find a different peace, one that seems to grab at me and shake me awake at nights with the potential of the new, the different, the exciting and the sheer scale of it all. The loneliness as it creeps in like the cold through my many stacked layers of clothing, I find a freedom that comes with anonymity. In many ways I share it, in many ways I have never shared this experience with anyone. It is mine and mine alone. Something that you can't even tough with that rough touch and velvet skin.

But what I wouldn't give right now, to be able to walk outside and smell the candied fence to walk my way to eat my Chocolate gelati at the echo dome, where I can sit in the sun and feel like I'm untouchable. The promise and pride of youth is so delicious.