Somehow in the spaces of time when you feel utterly lost,
from a sudden pause, a vacant week,
arrives empty
in your letterbox, post marked for today;
…
You will sit and listen more carefully to the sounds of people walking
down the staircase outside, then walking up, by you,
…
You will notice a song who used to be your midnight friend, playing
in the background, as you look up and finally
start noticing things too close,
…
like particles in air, that become visible only with the sun
the particles that encircle and dance
as you breathe.
loved the last stanza..
thank you! its nice to know that people still read this lonely blog
“in your letterbox, post marked for today;”
How awesome is that.
Vai! Thanks
you are way too kind!
beautiful
I can picture you sitting against against the brick wall, the 4 pm sun shining in (with no one else in the house) and writing this
ooo first comment from Meaaa <3