
taking care of one’s soul
in the middle of the night
and walking slowly
taking care of one’s soul
in the middle of the night
and walking slowly
waiting for the night
to spell my mistakes one by one
instead of sleeping
*first posted in April 2019
finding this place, that strange place, it was a corner or a room, a withdrawal from the world, a desire to sleep, to silence, to stretch the eyes, to listen to the stars.
If I had a house, it would have lights, which would also make shade, in the evening on the white walls, and the doors would be dark.