Wavy thoughts come and go, some like a river,
Some like a storm, most keeping me drenched,
While others barely quench the thirst that I
Suffer most of the time, but it isn’t suffering,
I saw them fall from the sky, on the wooden ground
Their faces were many, and rolled and rolled again.
Were one to look at their colourful armours
Of resin or metal
Of crimson, teal or violet shades
Bearing strange sigils to decipher
All would recognise avatars of fate.
I tried to write fifty lines about things
I loved and then the things that had hurt
the world but nothing would come out.
I tried to ask Jonas what he would write about
and he wanted to hear about the way the wind moves
through hair on chilly winter mornings
while we’re stealing time
It happens often.
I went looking for some love and reassurance.
The world is a difficult place to navigate
In that odd spot of adultescence.
My head was filled with insurance forms
And the how’s and why’s of
Moving on from love.
I wanted them red
The color of your liquid, spread on all the flowers of my garden
That would be marvelous, wouldn’t it ?
I went to Hamburg with a good friend and
A boyfriend who was wearing grey clothes all
The time. During diner, the boyfriend said he
Loved everything that is logical and
Walking around on a summer night,
My skirt in the wind,
The Foehn caressing my skin,
The street is quiet and sleepy,
Not a sound,
I’m still stuck between the past and the present, between love and hatred, between
sadness and happiness, between my old home and this one. The love and happiness I felt
in the past have changed into hatred and sadness in my homeland, where the government
plays with us like tools.
Bam
Bam, bam
Jumps in the air, bounces on the ground
You touch the net
As I try to steer you in the right direction