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on curtains and windows to the soul

I woke up in the middle of the night, my face wet.

Sadness penetrated my dreams and bled out subconsciously.

It was raining outside the windows of my soul.

I decided to shop for curtains, something to veil my billowy energy.

Bypassing all colors, I asked for help to find a specific shade of muteness.

An old lady approached, faced me directly and dared to stare deeply through the windows.

She said to me, “You have beautiful eyes”.

What am I grateful for?

  • Words of kindness from strangers and a reminder of the beauty in storms.

 

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