A white and austere season
The day has taken sleeping pills
I sleep, standing
We have been waiting for months
But spring isn’t coming
Maybe in August
But it’s the ether
That I prefer
To our winters…
We get attached and we lose interest
Until the day where our white nights
Resemble a Sunday
We hide, we worry
And I put on my white dress
The time of a Sunday in winter
The days and my hour pass
Migratory birds pass
I lose the north
Spring isn’t coming
I think it might have gotten lost
Maybe it’s sleeping
I lack air
Our winter evenings
Are toxic
We get attached and we lose interest
Until the day where our white nights
Resemble a Sunday
We hide, we worry
And I put on my white dress
The time of a Sunday (in winter)
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A white and austere season
The day has taken sleeping pills
I lose the north
Spring isn’t coming
I think it might have gotten lost
Maybe it’s sleeping