The streets are brightest
when it is quiet

like the early morning
when natures memory wakes you  

when your thoughts
wander free in light

just before the anticipation
is coming
of what you know 

Letters form words
words get meaning
meaning is obeyed
a wall is erected
with windows that reflect
nothing   

I am not sure if I can go to the left
or if I stand with my back
against the wall

I do know 
that I am standing 
still 

There is an emptiness 
between the window
and where the water drain

it is empty
because there's supposed to be 
something

They don’t mind the rain
from pouring in
as long as the other
stays out

Any thought system in me
has a function

but the truth is
you don’t need any of them

I was wondering 
what keeps you together

because just the parts 
and the sum of it
fall short
it should not work

but I understand now

you cling on to reasons

It is fascinating to see change
happen 
not in real time
but drawn out

I overlaid myself
on an old technical drawing
of myself

just to see

If you drift aimlessly on the wide open sea
a storm rocking your world around
sitting indoors and not be aware
eyes closed you living inside
the movements gone
a silence for now
but do you dare
to open your eyes
and go up there where rain
cold and wind might wake you up
showing you the world you expected
or one that you for long have forgotten

I want to warn you
that at any time
I can grab your feet 
and pull you down

I hope this will make 
the landing
of your face
on the floor

less painfu…
less surprising

maybe even
welcoming