CARTE BLANCHE #29
A sweet autumnal breeze blows into my nights.
As in my days.
I close my windows. I shut my shutters.
I can hear the silence.
Like a new language. Like a new presence.
The disappearing silence since my first summer nights.
Replaced by the whisper of the world.
Cars in my window. Pedestrians on my balcony. Further streets in my ear.
Now.
Only my closed and shut heart breathes.
My nights are dark and heavy. Finally healing.
My days are loud and clear. Finally bright.
The whisper of the world has stopped its screams in my mind.
I only hear my soul dreaming of my promises.
Justine T. Annezo – September, 16th 2026 – GTM+2
