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

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

I opened the left green door
but it was closed

Knowing is weakness 

Questioning is structural

I would like to display the tracks I leave
on a wall

but
you have to look twice

because my past is worth it
to look twice

at least by me

The reflections
of colorful glass in broken glass
is saying it all

if I am not mistaken