In Annailo's mind…
A door opened and no one was there. Two minutes in complete silence, for those who stayed in the house. Then a dog barked somewhere in distance, while a car passed outside the window. A plant on the table had turned brown after lacking water for weeks, and the sofa had seen better days. A half eaten sandwich was left under the table, on the red carpet, bought a long time ago on a trip to Turkey. A poetry book was lying on a shelf, old and handwritten. A man and his lost love, page up and page down. And no one could understand. The pen he used was still by the book, twenty years after he wrote it. On the shelf it would be forgotten, behind the dust that had found its home on the cover of it. Pieces of a heart were spread with the wind, forever circling among the trees.No music, no songs, no voice to tell. Only a memory left of a lost time that was already forgotten.
The taste of dust was left on my lips, when I put my head down to rest.
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