I know that I drive to somewhere
feeling the directions
the movements
given
but its me who tries
to see the road
bright lights
directions
there is not one driver
besides the time
and an idea
of a wish
I see
that
your door has ventilation
so I don’t know
if I want to open it
You might look green
but your light
still shine's
It felt like all your lines
were coming from different sides
but on closer inspection
they all came from one
of your sides
I know I will disappear in all of you
one day
but look at me
don’t I lie
down here
all relaxed
I wonder if it helps
that my outside
is colorfull
because I always arrive late
in the darkness
of a night
Like a dimmed lighthouse
I’ll hide
till the world turns away
and sees it’s reflection
drifting
nearby
I don’t remember half
of what I have said
I think
Just leaning on the railing of your balcony
looking over your world
what more do you want
but just that moment
well
a balcony in my case
Even a dark wall
can be beautiful
if it at least has
some symmetry
lying on your back
staring at
imaginary skies
behind the roof
you almost feel
The chimney
a skylight
through both you can reach
the heavens
in different ways
I love
reflecting
not out of love
but
out of habit
All our lives we stand
stand in front of a door
or so we assume
when we open
another closes or was already
just in front of us
we see the seasons go by
playing its ritual on that door
thats just in front of us
we open it again
or never
there is just always
a door
How long does it take for you to be
half gone
falen
not so long ago
still
you remember
that it was the wind
that will take you again
I feel tall and strong
only the wind directs me
when I am not working
and the mist
that’s just there so you don’t
notice me
Nochrisis 