There are days when I want to feel death.
At the very least, to scream and cry freely.
In the middle of the night on the grass, gazing at the sparkle of the stars.
There are days when I want to pour out the burdens of my mind.
Is there a place for that?
I hug myself and tell myself everything will be alright.
I hope so.
There are days when crowds are born.
Not around me, but deep within me.
For that,
The crowd inside me, be still for a moment.
I hear you,
So very clearly.
Every word, even every sentence.
It’s tiring enough for now.
So for this madness,
Please, go away.
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Faj
8 October 2024
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