we have to be careful until the morning
the rules are simple:
life is anything
and we can play that one chapter
one more time
immersing ourselves
tripping around
repeating our steps
all over blank sheets

but I'm afraid to get up

yestesterday I knew more
this morning is like a knife
cutting cold into my hands
with its relentlessness
the moon still hangs it the mist
at five am

do you need yourself?
either you will understand or
lie until losing us

our door is half open
dividing us between darkness and light
we're better now
aren't we?

Lucija Lotus Mlinarič