It was one night when the power went out.

I was about to be dismayed when I felt the comfort of the dark, and the longer the dark stayed with me, the more cozy I felt as I have heard the sound of silence caressing my soul and reminding me of the old days, when the computer, electric bulbs, and air conditioners were not even in man’s wildest dreams.

A feeling of nostalgia. What would I be doing in my past life, during this hour of the night, when the candles are unlit , the surroundings are all quiet, and all I could hear are the wild beats of my heart?

I reached for a pen and started writing. Oh, the darkness became not only my friend but also my muse. I was filled with inspiration as I wrote poetic words as if I’ve been writing them for a long time already.

Just One

Just one light
That makes me see
Just one whisper
That helps me breathe
Just one touch
That sets me free
Just a miracle tonight
That you miss me.

Hot and Cold

Your gaze warms me today
Your nonchalance leaves me cold tomorrow
Your attention fills me with thoughts
Your averted glances fills me even more with thoughts

Hot and cold
Confusion bursts
with this deadly alliance

If kindness is within you
I am asking for mercy.
Be certain with your touch
Stay warm forever
Or leave me cold
Alone.

These were scribbled in a white book paper one quiet, dark Thursday night.

Until we meet again, my old friend. I never thought you, darkness, would give me such clarity.

and I never thought I’d love not having electricity this much.

Now, I really really wonder about my past life.