the time 00:00 (midnight);
Sunday hugged Saturday,
and I struggle with your silence
I punish myself by waiting and wanting to believe….
You are switched off!
a time when everyone switches to himself,
where instead I
shadow your soul
without touching you,
yet, you haven’t granted me with the permission to stay,
that’s why I protect myself
from the mirage of midnight …..
That plays with my passion.
caught on a hair of illusions,
At night, I don’t put barriers to my soul.