Morning breeze
Brushed the cheek
Trying to greet
His gloomy spirit.
Breakfast calling
Coffee brewing
Everyone expecting
To see him beaming.
But he sat in bed
Stared empty instead
Glanced at the clock
Hope no one knocks.
Just another day
Just like yesterday
Like the day before
He’ll pass once more.
Like the forest, with all its mystery and deafening silence, I thrive. I like to keep myself beneath the façade of the acceptable. I like to keep it that way, besides it is the only thing left.
Going uphill exhausts and consumes me, nearly taking all the essence. Then I have to ask myself over again, ‘when will this end?’
Opening the door to my office, I sighed. I used to have the ardor of knowing the littlest detail and finding a way how to make everything work in harmony. But now, all I think about is how to survive the day at work.
I prayed for enlightenment. Actually, I ruminate a lot now. How life was and will be. But right this moment, I have one thing certain. It’s time for me to write again.
about the rain 