The air of dawn seeps into the room. At the hour when everyone sleeps, I was awake alone, holding for a long time a thought no one knows. When did that thought first come to stay with me?
Only you can see your answer
The air of dawn seeps into the room. At the hour when everyone sleeps, I was awake alone, holding for a long time a thought no one knows. When did that thought first come to stay with me?
Only you can see your answer
In front of a subway station still heavy with dawn sleep, a man stood alone smoking under a streetlight. A plastic bag lay beside him. No one seemed to be watching, yet he was handling that bag with great care. That image suddenly comes back to me.
That man must have moved under the streetlight, still fingering the bag. In that scene, I imagine, he simply wanted to check what was inside before the light went out.