I’m in a state
i can finally
leave it all
behind..
I don’t mind
growing old
grey
because now
i can keep
my shutters
Open
Wide
till
the morning
comes…
Ask me
once again.
Is the thought
of sleeping
itself
sleeping?
Ofcourse
it isn’t.
Don’t confuse
things.
See.
Things just happen
and then pass.
We’re standing
on the thresholds
worried
hesitant
insecure
tired of waiting
tired of trying.
Where were we?
How sparse
is my breath?
Just one thing
while counting sheep
count on me.
~ Words from the music video of
Winter Dust – Let the morning in
aditi premankit 