Sitting out there in open

Among the broken pieces of my wall of creativity

Fluttering of paper

Falling of stones

The earth is still shaky…

Not too much!

It’s a gentle lull.

A lull…to keep rocking those who are sleeping into deep sleep.

Not that ferocious like it was in the morning

That moment when I saw him standing at my door

Shouting to get out of the bed

And then he disappeared .

I disappeared .

My whole room disappeared …

There was dust in my mouth

No it wasn’t dust

It was that plaster and cement

There was no baba

There was no room

Just me out there in open

Among the pieces of my wall of creativity

The moon seems gentle and peaceful

It’s like telling me that you are also out there like me

It’s cold and he is not there.

(image created by AI)

December 2024