gently
slow motion
the air is still
everything is quiet
a blanket, covering the earth
as if to put it to sleep
...rest...
in an empty house
I could watch, safe inside
and as I do I close my eyes...
there are no traces of the life I lived before
nor of the world that will be
I am somewhere else..
home.
the magical interest everything has to a child
inside my head a place still exists
that I remember from childhood,
alone, staring out my window
in the night
in the cold
wondering what lies beyond..
the promise of another world
I felt it then
like everything is safe,
everything is assured
as I return there now,
as a creature feeling so much older, weighed down,
it hasn't changed.
it goes on in youth forever
ancient memories,
I can reach them still
the sanity of the world outside is insane
this other world is the only thing that makes sense
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| "- (snowfall / white sleeves)" |
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