Words reluctant to express the heart

mind too exhausted to find the right phrase

eyes adjusted to dim light alone

breaths inhaled and then forgotten

body drooping like a cadevar.

Silence more melodious than songs

invisibility preferred over recognition

Monotony as thrilling as adventure

Time now slow enough to be left undisturbed

The old man’s love for solitude

is a manifestation of his struggles.

-Iflah Laraib