Evanescent thirst
for disconnection with reality and triumph over subordinating hunger it’s what
overlooks my daily path towards tomorrow.
Open call for
everything what can go wrong. Pretty eye look and capture of the light what
brings fetching delight.
We are so moral
in seeing bad that everything what’s good collapse under pressure being more
bright, more attractive and more permanent than sorrow which always comes somewhere
along.
I made us a room.
Simple as me and
you being together, sometimes too intense and we want to drop out, sometimes
too empty and I want a bit more, sometimes merged in concord, sometimes so far
away from others I don’t even know how it’s to be outside. There are no dark
colours whenever you enter it, there is TV and there is Chinese food on the
table.
We are soul mates
and our mouth doesn’t speak.
You used to be a reward
for being myself.
