FOUND BY WORDS

Peace approached my door

instead of knocking, it walked straight to me

uttering: You look peaceful

Ennui approached my door

with a grey wool blanket

sitting by my side to lay a corner of the blanket

gently onto my knees

Forgetfulness approached me

when it pushed open my door, and in brightness

a line of dusty shadows

asked me to identify them with my cloudy eyes

and to murmur repeatedly: hi

Kindness spread from my extended palms slowly to my eyes and smile

I melt inside this human being

as if viewing a silent movie

in a hall where only the turning of the films was audible

When the camera directed towards the desolate wilderness

sadness approached my door

The survivor climbed over craters, barbed wire, and water puddles

to return to the bunker full of dead bodies

No one saw his repentance

but I once chewed the quilt corner and sobbed at dawn

for our unavoidable destiny

for those previously elusive words that have

one by one

replenished me

and replaced me