A Breathing Soul ~
I dreamed of Istanbul while I drool like a fool. But instead I sit in this spacious room where I sit by the window, reminding myself I should sleep for it’s late. But my eyes find it very difficult to follow. A dream was long gone, bruised and battered long ago. I shuddered as a breath of moderate wind slipping through the window.
I thought that I overheard someone talking about how I was and what did I look like. I worried because I couldn’t see him or her as I feel like blindfolded even though I wasn’t. I wasn’t sure if what I heard was true. It was just like the conversation was never there, I whispered to my soul which trapped in this hefty figure and ivory fur with no fingers left. No. Not ivory. It was darker than ivory. But it wasn’t brown. I couldn’t figure out the right hue. It is three am and I’m a breathing soul. The heaven said enough.
J.H. Surabaya, Sunday, July 3 2011. 11.08 AM.
