some nights

I can easily reach

the painkiller cabinet

but

there are some things

which can not be solved like that,

I stand in the center of the apartment, barefoot,

the darkness around bites my skin, for a moment

I truly believe I am not alone,

in the bathroom, from a lonely, cold corner,

something slides on a thin web,

the heart`s tissue is about to burst,

I am trying to think of something comforting,

a summer day, his face,

but the mind remains captive in fear,

I can so easily reach a light, sometimes the light from the phone`s screen saves,

you turn it on, get into the virtual like in a shelter, I get back in bed, I pull the cover over me,

like I was in a improvised tent, like

the one in which American kids tell horror stories in the flash light,

the green dots of the chat

make me feel less alone,

another dozen insomniacs, another dozen nightmares,

I travel miles on news feed

like in a multicolored tunnel,

on the bicycle, among GIFs and profile pictures with unfamiliar faces,

I play a little bit of music in the headphones,

I am trying a propulsion in a less hostile space, I find out that it really works,

the body starts to lose weight,

the body reaches the ceiling and falls

like a tree in the middle of an Amazon forest

in your long arms, in your arms love.