Heat,

runs over my neck

slowly crawls around

tracing the insides of my

sleeves, lingering for some

time on this shawl,

grey and brown,

borrowed and bold.

Heat, gets into my earlobe,

kisses it, and stays,

makes a home inside,

lights up a campfire.

Warmth, that is what

longing feels like

even on the coldest

winter morning,

it feels as if you are

inside a cave

and outside the Siberian

winds are blowing,

But inside you are

warm, holding your

hands over a bonfire,

packing firewood for

tomorrow, and waiting.

Longing feels like

waiting, covered in

concealed, but

beautiful.

Heat runs

over my hands,

it makes love to

my fingers,

and I can almost hear

the tune of a song long

forgotten,

a place long forgotten,

a person I used to be,

a person long forgotten.

Heat, runs over my lips,

it smiles, and then it

leaves,

as I take the shawl

off and wear it again

this time tighter

because the cold has returned,

a cold long-forgotten

has returned.


This Night Owl Original has been authored by Yastika Sharma, co-founder of The Night Owl Writes.


Sree Harsha Nelaturu is a deep learning researcher working on efficient deep learning algorithms. He previously worked as a student researcher at the MIT Media Lab, RunwayML and Rediscovery.io. He also enjoys working at the intersection of Machine Learning and Computational Creativity via Generative Models in text and vision. The one-of-its-kind art for this piece has been developed by him using "Big Sleep" approach with code provided by Phil Wang, building on work by AdvdNoun.

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