Indigo.

SometimesYour silence transforms Transforms into words or actionat times golden& at times charcoalunready to disappearunprepared to take a chance ofthe symboliclife has its own waysown apparent & ambiguous waysof silenceunimaginary rhythm this isinsatiable fertile silencedestroying& at times healingthe patriarchal orderwhen just before the sun doesyou wake up witness a silenceyour own & everyone you have knownInsatiable fertile silencecrows unarrivedand the infinite fogmaking itself at homesweetludicroushome

final breaths of nightspeaking through wordlessshowing all souls not only wayis words if the aim is to connectat times communicatecommunicate the unactedunspoken desires

on the spatial momential place

deciding the fatesfates of bridgewise juxtapositionunordinary& still unseparated from the light part of reality

inking what is to-belinking the chains betweeninscribing the possibilitywhilst creating the ordersorders of astonishing curtesycurtesy & direction of time

but you are herelooking through the indigo you've been gifted

take ittake this chance

sun is about to bornindigo will later on return

this is your moment to decidewhether you want to eternalikesilence of the fogor voice of the crow

do you want to shout out or for wheneverclose your mouth

swallowing the unreal truthsilencing its burst in your solary

the sun is coming

look at the indigo& see

See your own eyeslet the ice get through youembrace herknow that she will love youtomorrow too

And decide

Decide what are you going to do

When your eyes realise the fading indigo