Ambition is a treacherous thing,
turning the moment into
a mere backdrop of expectations,
tightening pressure and tainting the light.

If only the borders between
light and shade were blurred
it might be the most powerful tool
to change the world.


The year of the hydra

A year without compromise, indeed.
Expectations growing high,
pressure rising,
waiting for release.

The cocoon, warm and cozy,
always lurking in the background.

The either and the or
insufferable companions
assuming a choice has to be made.

I refuse. The only thing I choose is openness.