Tuesday. Una and I decided to do what we do best - share moments together. Constant interpreting. Fuelling the hollow for later dissecting. Orphanage. Sunday’s Well. Stopped a few times on the way to take a breather. Hopped the wall after much logical discussions on how to…well, hop the wall! It’s boarded up a lot more but that doesn’t stop our will. So dark. Desolate. The overgrown is where I am at. How the only sounds present are those of natural motions. How we tresspass “stupidly”. But I wouldn’t say “tresspass”. I would say, “admire and belong”.
There, always a feeling of calmness, as welcoming because I treat it right. Probably with more care than I do for the population. It all speaks to me in ways that I know I am supposed to be there. It all then stretches, reaches out and becomes yet another form underneath my heart. This is where truth can be found.
Very nice. For some reason the line “Probably with more care than I do for the population” bothers me a little. Something about it seems out of place. I’m not sure why I say that, as I don’t know what it means. It’s just a feeling I get…
I experienced a touch of de ja vu there…somewhat familiar yet just can’t put my finger on it. 
I like it Matylda. I like it a lot.
I didn’t mean it literally, its more of an expression. Maybe its a little unsettling.
Thank you Rainey, that makes me happy. 
As your poems are a small pleasure of mine each time i visit ILP.