of many things

we find elation in isolated corners. in pockets of time sewn into secret compartments.

i return to the world with a small gush. amplify the stillness. let silence beat imperceptibly in the background. a constant hum of distant dreaming.

my nocturnal landscapes loom large in the morning. i catch extra snippets before emerging from shadows. the ground littered with last weeks and yesteryears. yet to processed. and packaged. and shipped.

and my heart?

who knows what it whispers when left to it's own devices. it reinvents itself daily. sometimes taunting. sometimes gently coaxing.

i am still learning my mother tongue