In the middle of the night

In the middle of the night, between
yesterday and tomorrow, past and
future – I’m empty as a sieve, with
only one simple wish – to remain in
this serene velvet black night. And
it is not possible.

People of the daylight have a kind
of mercilessness, to be with them
is like walking barefoot on broken
glass. I don’t know what’s wrong
with them. Maybe they are simply
stupid. But in the night I let it go.

I hear night birds sing low and slow.
I feel so safe in my soft night black
velvet coat and empty as a sieve I
have only one desire – to remain in
this peaceful moment. And it is
not possible.

Life is constant motion.

November 2013 photo by YB/vonnely

November 2013 photo by YB/vonnely

 

 

 

 

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