a day between

That was a peaceful period.

Cold wind coming from window, moisture, refreshing fragrance filled in the air. Then, cars coming and going, on 30th avenue, a Mexican's voice of talking. A new day has begun.

That period was strange, mixed with ambiguous, seems sudden and brief...

A cup of cold water with honey is my breakfast. Then, go to work, big green leaves, sway in the deadly blue sky, the vines are so clear through the sunlight. Sun, hit on my face, heavy and oppressive...

In the border between dark and dawn, i am sensitive and peaceful. Room is cold as ice cave, i wrap myself with blanket, one more layer.
I feel like a frozen fish in the fridge.
I can do things alone, writing, reading, put music on, with the smallest volume. How can i show my sweetest smile to a stranger with the bright sunlight, i don't know... I hear the breath from green plant. I think i will not bring anybody in this room, a place of my own, nobody sees...

That strange, unfamiliar feeling surrounds me, all the time. I am a passenger, passing on here. I accept my identity, to any city, to anyone...