Sometimes you want to go back and not open the door here. Just walk past. Well, the door is like a door, you can’t open everything. And don’t hide anything from yourself, you can’t hide anything anyway.
And do not give empty promises and oaths to the One Who is much Higher. And hide your eyes when you look into the bottomless Sky, pretending not to hear Him…
And instead of “yes” – shake your head. And stay with you…
So that later, having brewed strong coffee for yourself, waking up after an anxious night, not to be surprised that the profile has changed so much and that the coffee is already, well … somehow not very good.
So that later you wouldn’t be disturbed by a vein that swelled inappropriately at a sick temple, and you didn’t have to think about it more often … And not to hang in space at the peephole, wrapped in salt of tired night sheets …
And do not write to anyone, do not disturb when sensible thoughts finally collapse – “you just be there, a pill for paranoia and light in my lonely kitchen”