Layers of life grow here
inside the closed door of the heart.
I wake up ,
with the Sun , hiding in the cloud
covered with dust.
Echoes of a few words whisper,
in silence, that
I have lost something ,
something I have to search and undust.
Scattered hopes they are ,
I try to think ,
or, our laughter that I framed
and put on a wall.
Layers of life grow here, every second.
I try to taste the pain ,
when night embraces me,
when salty tears brighten up
the night ,
and I hide behind my dark shadow.
Tomorrow becomes yesterday again ,
memory outgrows those picture albums.
Untouched regrets and twists in desires
call out my name.
And I sit here,
weaving threads of unspoken stochasticity,
searching where the story meandered,
in the layers, layers of life.