Not to be scared

of city’s darkest alleys

Not to be worried

about people

whose shadows

are longer than their bodies

Not to be tired

Of terrible noises

that echoes inside my head

as if they’re real

they are my own


Not cutting

and not dividing

In silence

A whisper of truth


Slow motion

Gives beginning

To the End

Towards Beginning.

A sensitive soul

needs nourishment

and someone truly caring

When I find shelter

I’d like to plant

Huge sunny



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