“If you go away on the summer day…” ,
I’m listening to in a rushing train
and observing the thoughts inside me
that I'm really trying to cope with.
I feel sunbeams gathering on my cheeks -
they are also getting into my mind.
no tears anymore, no more stress
as - you know – nothing’s left to possess:
that is “omnia mea” to “mecum porto”.
What to do? Just to lose yourself in the outer space
or (that might be better) just to erase
every single soundtrack to this moment.
5 mar 14