I look at the wall in front of me
white and long
I stare.
There is a gap
– that numb in between –
crisp air particles
and words unspoken.
There is a whole world
that separates
the voice within us,
plain white
like Fear himself.
My voice is strange,
like the flowers I plucked for you.
There is a wall in front of me
and I stare.
Hazy blue waters
down my feet
and grey clouds
– monotonous –
cold wind caresses my face,
touches my fingertips.
Whiteness everywhere.
There is Silence
and Fear in us
– palpitations –
I try to move,
but I have the wrong
set of feet,
so I stare at the wall
with eyes closed.
Then I heard the cracks of the soul opening.
[Acceptance]
(Photo: Groningen, the Netherlands. January 2018. Lomo Instant camera, Double exposure. Instant Fuji Film.)