The silence of the night that I missed

This was the first time I was afraid to close my eyes, afraid I could not get up. Body shimmered, but my knees fell, not into the streets but on the grass.

Wall patterned waiting, waiting for me to finish.

The room can always accept me as I am. Laughter and tears, like oxygen in a small space.

Feels like dead, feels I have no power. I miss the rain. I miss seeing the streets, I miss to realize, that time is moving so fast. I waited, waiting to be calm. I tried to turn off the light of this room, let the lights into my window hole.
Should I wait like what was planned or against destiny to go on living?

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All the animate is busy, running in a dream and paused in sleep, me and half my life just do not know. Not knowing how to run back, maybe I should find a way, to treat this knee. Maybe I can get back on my feet again, just the time of exhaustion.

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                                THANK YOU

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