It got me wondering.
But I asked nothing;
I remained silent.
As I needed to hear-

the claws creeping,

the air caressing,

the leaves widening.

And while I was laying down, frantically,
on the softest of the pillows,
I heard-

your footsteps approaching,

your whispers rising,

and your ocean eyes tiding over-


Inspiration from Tom Disch


She was missing from her hometown for three years now. Time flies when you are in a desperate search of a job. The cottage house was yellow, as she remembered it. Though it lost some brightness, turning into a mustard-like tone, getting dustier together with the porcelain statuettes on the shelves – because her mother did become tired, so tired, to tidy up flawlessly as she used to.