VidaKashizadeh

I woke up in the night
the rats are scratching
between the walls
it keeps me awake
I swing between discomfort
and understanding

for a second I am in the rat’s skin
feeling trapped
My life.
This life.
But then is there any other life
anticipation of death
will always
make life look like
a trap.

The relief with death
but also its betrayal

who cares about spirit
when ego is the one
who feels the fear.
still
we will all manage
to die. (more…)