Tuesday evening, I was lying on the beach, rock under my head,
the sun was going down and dark sky was taking over the sky,
my naked feet were in the sand, hands trying to build a volcano,
and the ocean was empty, silent waves crashing on the shore.
I began to fell asleep, with my head tilting slightly towards left,
I dreamt of half naked men, trying to fill the earth with bodies,
I was breathing fast as if I’d been running for a long time,
and in the front I saw the comet crashing as if the end was near.
The familiar nightmares, coming back to life like a broken mirror,
trying to join the fragments around me and failing as the blood spill,
I wished for this evening and nightmare to end and never come back,
If only I could have built huge walls, difficult to climb and control me.
The beach was silent, the violence in my head was over in a minute,
Shivering, I sat there by the rock, thinking about the demons in my head,
I knew it was not over, and tomorrow this nightmare will take another shape,
I built a castle out of my own grief, and filled the blank pages of my new book.