there are days it rains. there are days it snows. there are days I stay in bed and keep the door closed. when the telephone rings until it's dead. when minutes become hours and emails stay unread. on these days my mind keeps telling me: "there will be no other day when you'll be happy!" but here is today. and today is not one of these days. my mind stays mute and I, I stay. the light in my room is filled with warmth. it feels safe and when I look into my arms. I see her eyes, her wild hair everywhere. and even the teeth in her smile, when I look at her.
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