In the turbid, orange light of the fireplace,
We laid down to fall in a fluffy dream.
Lambent feelings were dancing full of grace,
Love, we had to redeem.
No joy, no peace, was found in the ash.
As lifeless as an empty glassy jar,
We were as close as we were far.
Your stupidness killed us in a hot flash.
Dullness, pure Dullness.
Oh Dullness, you pulled.
Just a kick in the head.
Ignorance may fill the glass.
written by myself, today. at this moment. My thoughts were at myself, last night, laying in front in the fireplace, sleeping, alone. My thoughts also have been, by all the people , who cuddled me in my imagination, here, in front of the fireplace…who cuddled me, if they would have wanted to.