by maya
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you.
