Settled are the luggages,
on the doormat
as my hands fumbled for the house key.
In the suitcases
were my fears and the love I left behind.
I took them with me
as I stepped inside my lighthouse.
The cabins did not change,
still gloomy and gray.
The doorknobs rusty
the grass outside crusty.
Walking in further while my fingers brushed the walls
scraping the paints off the stones that shield me.
I looked around
cigarette smoke exploring wider.
I smiled like a madman
the orchestral scenes of the oceans invaded.
Opened are the windows
the winds happy that I'm finally home.
I carried the two suitcases
stared down at the sea in my proximity
then threw them off as I finally breathe.
The fears and old loves
were being sent away by the waves.
It has always been a close friend.
And I finally rest
on the couch and listened to the tides of the midday.
It was nice
me and the darkness
do get along.
And the isolation
rejuvenating my bones.
I felt so darn crazy
yet so fucking free.
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PoesiaIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
