Unspoken Feelings

Listen, Night,
that I am no one to you, nothing at all—
this truth gathers slowly within me
like mountains of unspoken feeling.

But you know... there is deepest joy in this...
'I am someone to you'—carrying such weight,
how does one even live, tell me...!

I exist nowhere in your world...
perhaps in this very weightlessness I dwell serenely—
in the kingdom of sorrow!

Night,
if I were to say,
ask something of me,
would you then ask for something?
If you would, then what would you ask?

In life
wanting something and not getting it isn't so painful;
rather
not finding anything worth wanting—that is the real anguish!