The end of the tunnel

The end of the tunnel - erik vincenti zakhia - twin flames

For months and months

The landscapes surrounding me were drowned in haze

Everything looked so dreary

and I could not find meaning nor warmth in anything

I walked there as a stranger, a foreigner to myself

cut from his sensations and his emotions


Now I walk among wild pastures

and everything is taking a new life around me

my feet brush and linger in the mellowness of the soil

my eyes marvel at all the tints of colors that grow in the fields

my scent fills with the blossom of spring

and my cheeks delight at the soft brush of the wind


Oh, how the same place can look entirely different

depending on how you are feeling within


In the distance I see the silhouette of a town

without even trying I’m walking steadily there

each step I take brings me a little further, a little closer

but I’m not anymore counting the days, the hours, before I rest on your chest

I’ve learnt to make the most of the lands I cross

to recognize and appreciate the beauty of each moment



“The end of the tunnel” is a watercolor I painted