Night Life

The night is a truly quiet time in the city

Only the distant sound of the occasional car can be heard. The silence is an opportunity to listen to the stories of other people in distant place. The radio suddenly finds stations from other sides of the world and the dreams mixes with reality. Even the mind relaxes for a short moment forgetting itself.

Advertisements
About

I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , ,
Posted in Distance, dream, night, Poem, Poems, Poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: