When You Don't Know Who or Where

When you don't know who or where will rescue, stuck in trouble there and in seductive food, your brains. An open conversation, two eyes of a wise neighbor will burn the wall of nonsense down to dust. The veil of fog — is just the fruit of healthy self-deceit. You feed yourself on it, you fool, to your heart's content. To trust someone… but that's the only way the shackles break. When, undressed and barefoot, you wait for a guest and leave the light on. Having taken a warm blanket from the closet. Sometimes it goes on for many years… And then he came… eyes full of water… You don't know who, or when, or where.