Run, run as far as I can
I won’t see, can’t see, will not see
This path I’m going,
The furthest I’ve been
Crawling in the tunnel
Time is ticking,
Sun is appearing
Will this be the beginning?
holding onto the last string of hope
And here I am, praying
for you to let me go.
In that moment, everything stopped
like a piece of history getting caught
being replaced and erased
with emptiness and possibilities.
Can’t look back, won’t look back
“Here’s your blank canvas”
He pushed me up,
“Ready for an unwritten journey?”
We were on the way from Rheinfall in Schaffhausen, Switzerland when Renée and Mitha decided to stop by here. Little did we know, Renée is quite the champion in skipping rocks. It was a simple thought, gesture, idea yet sharing their special place with us made it so much more awe-inspiring to say the least.
He taught us how to do it and for a while there, neither Syiks nor I got it. Then I managed to do it once or .. was it twice? An indescribable feeling when I achieved it making the rock skipped. What’s the tip? Find a flat rock with round corners.
Btw, Wangen am Untersee (funny enough, when translated in German..it’s Cheeks to Submarine) is a dock for sail boats. Remarkable view of the sun setting isn’t it? One could sit on the rocks and just have this view for dinner.
Yeah, I wouldn’t mind it.