Darkness envelops.
The sun\'s rays vanish.
No hope.
No future.
The clutter accumulates.
Dust covers the entire house—the windows lack sunlight.
The backyard bears a yellow hue.
No life resides in one\'s heart.
The kitchen remains frozen from the previous evening.
The unwritten page of a new novel is as drowsy as the recent sunset.
No love.
No hope.
No anticipation of the coming days stirs in one\'s heart.
The moon flutters its wings around the room.
The darkness begins to fade.
Yet,
Where is the light beyond these cold walls?
Is there anyone?
Is there anything?
Faintly,
The footsteps of life echo away from the room.
Shahla Latifi
March 2025