A strong gust of wind
makes a round around the block;
a door slams shut
and the empty shampoo bottles
fall off the shelf.
And the sound of a heart
beating a lot slower than usual,
grows a little louder,
louder than the clock
about to fall
off the bedroom wall.
And the bones grow heavy,
tired and creaky,
but the mind perseveres,
for unlike everything
that cannot think
for itself, it has got a way
to let it all out –
It makes me write it all here!
©Aaysid
“I feel as if I’m always on the verge of waking up.”
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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