The Night Dance

She asked me once,

Have you ever met emptiness? Did you talk to it? What does it look like? How does it make you feel?
Have you ever looked at loneliness in the eyes? Stared through those eyes? What do you see behind them?
Have you ever cried so hard ’til your chest hurts, but at the same time,
You knew there’s no point in crying?

Why so, I asked back,
And she answered,

Because the world is not curious about you
Why should the world bother?
Only loneliness listens
In a devoted way
And quietly

Then she turns and walks away,


So life continues
Night then turns to dawn
And soon, comes the night again
Over time, she learns the steps by heart
And she dances her part humbly so, with grace

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