Passion brings heat,but I am cold, my consciousness is frozen in loneliness, my will to survive is reduced.
Sitting on the chair, my eyes closed. The vision reappeared.
“What do you see, Jane?” Dr. Henry asked.
“It’s the woman, the umbrella, and the water, there are no colours.”
“Do you see the buildings? Are they still there?”
I could hear his mind, analysing all that rattled from my head.
Since I was stalked by a stalker…
I memorize your face within a few moments of seeing you.
I recognize your cologne and whether it’s heavy, normal or faintly worn.
I observe you before I enter a surrounding to see what you’re doing.
I repeat your license plate number, color, type of car you drive.
I carry at least one weapon with me at all times.
I wear a baseball cap so I can pull it down low and blend in.
I read, watch and listen to experts talk about ways to escape an assault.
I analyze everything I hear you say to learn more about you.
Now it seems I’m the stalker
In the fields the roses have died.
In the water courses the lilies have withered.
Dragons have captured the castle, it is a day of furry.
The galleries with art is torched, there is no relaxation now, tears have come.
It will not rain today.
Oh, I will love it to be so!
I see peace in her velvet white dress.
I am hopeful.