The sun is setting…
anxiety knocks on the window,
it wants to come in and fill me with guilt
of all the unfinished projects of the day,
of all the poems that I didn’t write,
of all the pictures that I did not draw.
The stars twinkle in their boundlessness,
consoling my ever-seeking soul.
They don’t search for meaning,
they don’t have the pressure of performance.
They merely shine in their existen...
