Pitch black alley,
Floating in the distance – light.
I briefly think about joy, laughter and desire;
Feelings that used to come regularly.
Left a quiet in my chest.
To free myself, from social pain,
Moving towards the light, with a gentle gait.
Ignores my genius,
Suspending, my right,
To connect, with life.
Destined for light,
My brain decides, loneliness –
Is not solitude.
The Universe’s punishment –
Is merely a psychological mechanism,
Escaped from again and again.
For now – I choose to remain.
Cold bricks, wet streets, yesterday’s garbage,
Remind me, I am still here.