i woke up this morning
with a snowflake on the tip of my nose
and i thought i became a sleepwalker.
its the first time that im haunting
the dreamworld
with my eyes wide open
and i believe.

i was sleeping actually. and it was
fog
and hoarfrost
and everything smelled of oranges.
mom says it smells like Christmas
but i dont sense any pine-tree.
so no.

the snowflake melted and i still did not wake up and i almost had a panick attack because i was not sleeping, i was not awake either and i was home, where it is impossible for snowflakes to fall.

tangerines. yes. not oranges.

blank stares swamped
with echoes in the head

blank papers filled
with scribbles in the mind

blank verses whelmed
with currents in the soul

i’m a fresh spirit
with a blank facade

I keep telling myself I'm okay and I'm fine and nothing matters and that the smile on my face is real but I should not be brought to tears when you ask how I'm feeling