neither here nor there

perhaps what is missing is reflection: notable (self)analyzation, and silence. silence to refuel the air, the invisible and discontented air. though, a change of scenery would do just fine. somewhere i'm safe from dementia, but not japan. somewhere for soberiety. somewhere for my words and thoughts and feelings to hide. such as a cave that welcomes in waves; waves that hit the misplaced rocks. like those i found along the shore in bornholm.