pulsating pain
demanding to be felt.
and hushed hurt
from strangers
who managed to
move me.
this morning
wrapped up in a big coat,
arms wrapped tightly around me,
holding myself quietly,
i looked out of the icy window
of the running railway
which was speeding
through the empty streets
of small little Zurich,
of homey Zurich,
grey concrete
and stunning autumn trees
flying by,
feeling unhurriedly warm inside,
cordially sleepy,
and slightly dreamy,
I realised:
I am ok.
xxj
picture by @lux.angle