hold up,
come back,
you left my jaw at the floor

A warm tea in hand
the world looks brighter,

make me  a chai
my soul is freezing over.

she jumped from the coffins lying in the window screen,
death casually says hello,
while we're strolling through the city
,
but when it comes knocking for real,
racing right up to her,
she stays still.

To travel the world
and shoot the palces I've seen
the books I've read
and the stories I've visited.
.
To share them with you
for when I'm gone
you get to see where I've been,
who I've become.

To drink freshly squezed juice,
to feel alive in the sun.

Oh how would it be nice,
if spring was coming.

My book is falling apart
in my hands
as I read it.

With these caring hands
I'm trying  to hold the pages together.
Please hold out a little longer.
I'm not done with the story,
not done with you yet.

No happy end
No ever after.