Image Description: A lighthouse visible in the evening light 


The light near my tiny bedroom is always on.

Darkness surrounds me, except for the presence of that light.

Accompanying me to sleep every night.

That is my lighthouse here in Oxford.


I feel as if I am no longer lonely.

A subtle desire to know the lives of the people in the lighthouse grows within me.

The blur fascinates me,

or becomes Nihilistic.

I place a candle by the window.

That is the same direction I look upon the lighthouse.

I have gotten used to seeing that light before sleep.


One day, if the light suddenly goes off,

that shall be the time for me to find a sense of belonging.

Appreciating the people who live there, 

For they do not know they illuminate a stranger’s bed.


I was twitching and crying, but now I feel calm.

I can stop writing then.


Image Credit: Photo by Federico Ramirez on Unsplash