Dust in the empty portal
Dust in the window seal

Dead flies
decorate
the dark.

Absent.

Where is he?
Absent.

Oh, starling, how are you doing tonight?

Run away to Boston,
gonna find my future there.
Run away to Boston.
With all my heart, it's yours to bare.

We're running away to Boston
and reaping what we've sewn.
We've run away to Boston.
Onwards, eastwards we have grown.

The skeleton-
made entirely out of bubbles
feels more alive than me.

And the droplets clinging to my leg
brought me to tears.

Sitting in a tub
full of water molecules
My toes dance and I rejoice!
I have the chance to live among them.

Its never too late to get acquainted.

And even these battles
I have with my very
own skin are appreciated.

Every intricate thing that
holds me together
is holding on much tighter,
giving me a chance to rest.
.

Next to the daisy's of my perception
grows rows of sunflowers.
(A field of my imagination)
Nearby, I did pick some roses by the stems.
They build on that wall I put up at times.
If I pluck a few daffodils, maybe they'll replace
that sadness with laughter.

The storm will keep me
in good company instead
also more coffee