#blaga

I was so very tired and sorrowful. I think I was suffering of too much soul.

Through hills the dawns were opening their lids and their tiredness bloodshot eyes.

Lost – I asked myself: Sun, how do you still feel the mad joy of rising?

And in that sleep ridden morning as with lead steps I was wandering through a hidden corner I found a cradle. There, the spiders were weaving their tiny worlds, and cavities were grinding its stillness.

I gazed at it with a mind wide open. It was the cradle, where a fate wrinkled hand once swung my first sleep and perchance my first dream.

With my nostalgia’s fingers I felt bit by bit, bit by bit, the past like blinded and not understanding why, I then collapsed, sobbing, as I began weeping above my cradle.

Happy Valentine’s Day ❤️