Draped curtains
portraying the
underlying feeling

of being alone
-
behind them lies
a world of stories
well kept in a small
room -

the sky is blue
then it turns
grey - before
going back to
blue once again
-
the sun shines
then it hides
behind the clouds
portraying a face
of many secrets -


In springtime it
sometimes rains
the raindrops
covering small
parts of the green
leafs - just sprung out

something is on the
edge of the soft cotton like
feeling of urgency -

urgency to live the life
once dreamed of - almost
forgotten - put away in a box
among jewelry and tiny memories
from the past
-

One day it will all be like it used to be
at least in that dream that I had
but in reality - I know that
- that is not how things work -


So I keep hiding behind the
draped curtains - it is

not - a lonely feeling

- mostly not

It is - what it is - sometimes
with no names to call upon
no faces to recognize
-

it is not a feeling of pain
not so often anyways
as it used to be
-

nowadays it is more like
a waiting
-
a waiting for
the waiting itself - not knowing
what the waiting is waiting for

- perhaps me?

nowadays - it is a mixed
breed of old and new emotions
thoughts swirling around in the
bowl of brain mass - a creature
being created out of what to others
may seem like nothing - like something
invisible - something out of reach
-

That creature is a part of me
awakening late at night
behind draped curtains
- that creature is the face
of what I cannot see

it is the voice
- of the things I cannot hear


Draped curtains
portraying the
underlying feeling

of being alone
-

behind them lies
a world of stories
well kept in a small
room -

raindrops
covering small
parts of the green
leafs - just sprung out

My face has no name
my soul has no path
-

I am all new every
day when I wake up
- only the flesh grows
old - the rest are only
new chapters of stories
sometimes just yearning
to be told by the voice
that wants to tell them
that wants to pass them on
-

Raindrops
covering small
parts of the green
leafs - just sprung out

my face has no name
-


- my soul has no path