In these last days in which we have returned to normality, it has been difficult for us to return to the routine of sleeping at a time that is ... prudent? We were surprised to see the moon that big. The insomnia was worth it.
Unable to sleep, tossing and turning in bed.
Itching that runs from the neck to the head.
I arrange the pillow, extend my legs.
And I can't fall asleep.
It is already summer, the breeze of the dawn is a relief.
But the light spreads, little by little, throughout the night.
Gone are the days of almost perpetual gloom, to make way for the radiant nights of the days of eternal summer.
Will it be proper to satisfy my cravings or just devour my insides?
The wood creaks, the drops fall.
The soliloquy, of getting up and arrange.
Of the things I have to do the next day, and the ones I won’t make due to fatigue.
Of the things I postponed.
And of the future
Is this nightmare the hour of the wolf?
Wandering around the house to exhaustion.
A glass of water in the kitchen.
Out, from the window, the moon.
Inside me, a howl.
