Even today
I can feel
Your smell,
Your warmth presence
Around me.
The way
You used to comfort me
Behold me,
Handle me.
Which now seems
Completely unreal.
It constantly feels
Like you’re
with me.
Sitting on that
Same couch
Where we used to chat
For all the day long.
And
Watching together
Our favourite sitcom.
I perpetually feel
You’re calling me.
In the same phone
We used to speak
For hours and hours.
By blushing,
And Laughing.
I still feel like
We’re hanging out
With each other
In the same place
Where we first met.
The fragrance
Of which
Still lies in my nostrils.
And
I feel like
An absolute fool
Whenever I cogitate
About us.
I wish
We had more
To hash out
Our thoughts.  
But
You never turned back
Not even once
When you left.
So how am I supposed to bring you back in the same life where we once used to carve our own little stories?

does it even counts as 'sticking around'
if i burned the bridges leading up to your front door?
now i'm in the eye of the storm
convincing myself you're the shelter

walking around the *****
walking around stones
walking around the *****
odyssey was today or now

walking around the *****
and in the bushes and cacti and words
walking around the *****
as if in stone sands

odyssey poured like tap water
odyssey raced like rain in april
walking around ***** yes
walking around a stroller with stones

21.12.18

experience for the future experience
nerves experience for the future for
all around and in a row and at the piano and
for guitar and for ukulele and for minutes
experience for the future experience

experience for the future experience
the imagination of what is to come
everything worries me a little
worries and disturbs me without end
experience for the future experience

experience for the future experience
which year which is around
nerves leave me no nerves and
no they probably never leave me
experience for the future experience

06.12.18

tea is like a candle on the table
and the table is like an oak hut

fireflies flash around me
outside the ice flying in the wings

03.12.18