A quiet has descended.
Clouds have risen.
Empty empty empty
empty empty
empt
empty empty.
No, not a soul in sight.
Each activity in the day is complete in itself.
Chai comes and goes like a faithful lover doting on me.
This joy?
This sorrow?
This anxiety?
This calm?
This hallucination?
How do I name it?
And where?
I spent some hours in the bookstore today but it wasn't there either.
1 comment:
ennui...is that the word you are searching for?
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