Outside the window
the wind howls violently,
it’s that time of year
when nature crashes silence
and together they march
on our souls’ path.
I can’t sleep at night,
slowly losing my breath,
while the streetlights flicker.
Time stops partially,
it crumbles underneath my pillow,
suffocating dust particles
and lost dreams.
Listen to my voice,
it is hemorrhaging
stardust and fear.
The pages filled with letters,
the books turn dusty,
my eyes hurt, swollen from the wind.
There’s an ink stain on my bedsheet.
Photo: Nikon F75 (28-100mm). Kodak Utramax 400, 35mm film. Stadspark Groningen, the Netherlands. December 2019.