Somewhere it is Happening

It is dark and cold,

from outside and inside.

It is dawn or dusk,

I keep wondering.

I am in a cave,

under the mountain,

maybe beside a river.

Thought of it makes

me thirsty.

I take a deep breath,

to calm myself, maybe

more for surviving.

I start to walk like

a baby, tripping on

stones and mud.

I finally see a blue,

filled with white glitter

and I walk towards it.

I am outside,

of the mountain of

darkness, gazing at

the twinkles and smelling

the salt.

My eyes open,

every time, it is dawn,

when all is happening

in my head.



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