This evening ☆☆☆

This evening

Like i had something in my pocket

Some strange orange light

Some beads or ornaments of paper

I think it is that sweetness of feeling the never-ending and never-changiness of humanity

How a heart will always be a heart upon any point of history

But mostly how my heart felt that night

Pink and bright

Having the blanket of a friend over my back

And a cup of water in my hands

How happy i am

For the simplest of things

Of a roof, of a lamp, of bread and water in my hand

I am lucky to be, where i am

And also in such care, that I longed for when I was little and scared

These days i can smell the wash of sweet dryed laundry

And something i would call: a life of my own, (though not always easy or under control?)

But still my own, my own

And a friend to hug and tell

To say you care

Having been gifted such a sweet necklace of words

To keep

To carry 

To cherish in the darkest of nights

Watching the beads and silver string blinking in moonlihght 

Gaps of white