I must cling to the belief that I am simply in the wrong place, and that someday, I’ll find that illuminated somewhere, a somewhere that sees me and isn’t afraid, that knows me and still chooses to love.
I must, to survive this.
Once upon a time
there was a lonely wolf
lonelier than the angels.
He happened to come to a village.
He fell in love with the first house he saw.
Already he loved its walls
the caresses of its bricklayers.
But the windows stopped him.
In the room sat people.
Apart from God nobody ever
found them so beautiful
as this child-like beast.
So at night he went into the house.
He stopped in the middle of the room
and never moved from there any more.
He stood all through the night, with wide eyes
and on into the morning when he was beaten to death.