I feel like I am in a warm space
devoid of time or human touch
where hope is silent
in the face of deaths of dreams -
I am not qualified to say this.

Entering the twilight,
where darkness comes
inevitably;
I rush to turn on the lights
so I can make sense of everything.

Before then, I am
cradled in whispering hope,
making do with some reality -
as much as I can take -
without shattering it all in me.