The night before

Foto door Kaique Rocha via Pexels

My feet touch the cold of the stone on the balcony
The air is still after the winds went to sleep early
My thoughts are distracted by the silence of the night
I am alone and safe underneath the darkness of the moon

The clock keeps ticking like a child seeking attention
I fight it by doing nothing to keep the momentum…



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Jim van den Bos

Jim van den Bos

I am an Amsterdam based writer, to whom poetry comes easiest. Love to explore storytelling, and how that works in real life as well. Curious about most things.