Sanctuary [Poetry]

01-27-2021

the silence of the night, for someone so eccentric like me (or you, or anyone, or anything), it sounded like faint sobs, suppressed tears, painful cry—and i was not so sure if i heard it from the night itself or from the night i created in my head.

and then i closed my eyes, the silence became much more vivid and clear and pitiful. controlling my breaths, pressing my lips, relaxing my unmoving body—

there i heard a voice: whispering, growling, laughing; it was a whirlpool of moods. i wasn't so sure either whether it's the night itself or from the night that manifested inside my head.