A day off, or maybe two...

I entered the church and sat on the floor for a while,
Not knowing what i was doing,
I crossed my legs and hid my head,
For as i was longing for a day off,
Or maybe two,
I was very tired,
My soul felt already retired.

I closed my eyes for i was yearning for silence,
For i wanted every despair to flow away,
For as i wanted to step out happily,
Or maybe i wanted to stay inside forever,
As i was wanting for a day off,
Or maybe two,
From this world, from the crowd,
From the hatred and from the love,
From the people and from the nature,
From every self and even myself...

Then i heard the sound of pigeons flapping their wings,
I turned around and felt the light in my closed eyes,
And as i opened them,
Prepared as a gift for me, lying before my eyes,
Were the rows of benches,
And rows of light, rows of shadows,
Falling from the window panes,
And as i inhaled, history welcomed me,
Ancient wisdom comforted me.

For a while, i thought of staying numb for a while,
As the mere sight felt a comfort from the ruthless world,
And that smell transported me to heaven.

Being silent for a while,
The sight and the smell broke me down,
And there, lying my forehead on the floor for a while,
I cried and cried and cried,
As loud as i could,
As much as i could.

At that moment,
Dipped within the fairy tale before me,
Of the divinity the smell was pouring unto me,
I thought of dying for a while,

Empty and alone, in the church, in the middle of nowhere.

I entered the church and left the world behind,

Or maybe the world left me behind.

For as I was wanting for a day off.

Or maybe two..