That’s because it happens … You hate the Void. You avoid her. Fill with something or someone. You wave it off. You close the curtains so Her breath won’t enter your house. You complain about Her in your poems… You look discontentedly over your shoulder. You grumble… You crumple the napkins… And in the evening She turns out to be the only listener and spectator of your lonely, and not entirely correct and understandable life around. Your Friend and … simply – Everyone. He sits with you on the windowsill and dangles his legs, peering into the starry sky. Or drinking beer on the floor in the kitchen, well, who else, no matter how She, will understand how great it is to sit in the kitchen on the floor in the evening, read poetry, sing songs and talk about non-existent strange worlds living in your head. Such a complex and incomprehensible head…
And rejoice and grieve together. Speak and be silent. Think together. And do not be afraid that She will turn around and go to another, to another. This is your void. She won’t betray. She will be by your side whenever you need it. It is She who splashes with you through the puddles, or draws patterns on the misted glass and listens to your whisper about yesterday’s dream. It is she who climbs a tree with you in the forest and drinks tea from a thermos, celebrating your birthday. It is She who goes with you to the market in search of the best meat, because you invited someone very important, very necessary to you, to dinner. She will help you cook and laugh with you from the fact that your nose is tied with a handkerchief – you don’t eat meat and can’t even stand its smell))) And then She will go with you to feed stray dogs with this meat … Because someone important, someone you really need – did not come. And She will sit down with you in front of the monitor screen, which you will forget to turn on, and will look at it, nodding her head in understanding…
And then he falls asleep next to him, curled up in a ball. And he will stroke your head when you shudder from the fact that the annoying floorboard creaks. And share with you restless dreams. And in the morning he will wake you up with a kiss on the forehead and say, “Wake up, my dear, a New day begins. And it is yours!”