Until I saw the sun itself,
I did not know I had not been living.
When its warmth soaked through my skin,
When I could no longer hide my bare soul
in veils of rebellious anger, shadows of nostalgia,
I let go of all the restraints to be united with it.
Then the sun started to set,
bringing with it, beautifully bleeding rouge
into the ocean of analgesic blue dusk,
and I returned to an empty dark night alone.
In the darkness, in my heart, the warmth continues to glow.
Believing, without an evidence, that I will see the light again.
7.12.2024



