THE SILENT WORLD

Waking up before dawn allows you to see each star still in the sky, others reflected in the puddles.

It's cold, the darkness persists and embraces us with its mantle of wind and rain.

I sowed my intentions materialized in apple seeds. I sowed them near the olive tree where I had installed Matria. And immediately afterwards the rain came.

I then picked up the red diary and found a piece of the family tree, notes taken after having bisto the film "Mother", where are your children?

Everything makes sense, even spending the day cleaning and packing, seeing The Paper House and feeling a thousand anxieties.

I carry with me the fear of not making it and falling into the abyss. The fear that I would like to dissolve, that I would like to have no more.

And it all seems to me like a messily ordered chaos in which you simply have to find the thread again.

Yesterday I felt a slight thrill and joy in seeing various episodes of "The Silent Sea". I looked like a teenager in the middle of all the betting chaos. Compelling, beautiful. But I keep seeing the way society has shrunk. Dehumanized. Will there remain, even in this case, only an animal-daughter to continue life?

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Woodsy
    Jan 21, 2022 @ 20:31:06

    The past couple of days, the abyss has been dancing with me. Parts of me have been dropping into mist, then into holes, raw places…
    But rescuers continue to smile,
    seeing me where I have forgotten myself.
    It shocks me,
    how much they see in what has lately felt so little…
    like a candle re-lighting in a hurricane.

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