It looked like they were drawn
scratch into the glass posing
as reflections
and though I could turn around
I was afraid to lose this view
too afraid of reality
of what was presented in
my fears
I had no choice
I had to choose
It's my dreams that make me feel
small
and I don’t talk about the ones that I wake up from
but the ones that feel real
while I am awake
and what’s my part
when I dream
do I want them
I just know
that sometimes
they tower over me
The alarm bell is often clearly visible
I wonder why
it is important to know where the sound comes from
precisely
The damage is done from the inside
with a rhythm
one I can only feel resonating
a different note
every time
with no melody
to listen to
for you
outside
I don’t dare to get close to the window
it’s for what I don’t see inside
what makes me afraid
I keep staring
but now just at the window
a substitute
fascinating on its own
and I imagine
representing you
inside
Do I even have to come closer?
It was left behind
an unfinished story
you walked away from
and now
in your hindsight
you still don’t understand
where it was going
It gets left behind
an unfinished story
you walked away from
and now
…
I don’t know if I support you all
or that you support me
ether way
we are all where we are
supposed to be
Sometimes I get the urge
to turn it
and see what happens
The spiral stairs you take
up or down
is made of a thousand
individual pieces
and though you put it there
you haven’t made a single piece
of it
I have the feeling that between the light side
and the dark side
there is more light
but maybe I am wrong
I just don’t remember
that it was dark in between
and that is something you normally do remember
My whole house started tilting
but I didn’t roll out of bed
it wasn’t a dream
my eyes were open
staring at a ceiling
disorientated
the tilt went on
the other way
the remedy I knew
if this needed healing
was to get up
and so I did
Out of necessity our houses are square boxes
it reflects the corners where our thoughts stop
if only we had round houses
They say fresh air is good for the mind
it removes the dust settled on your thoughts
you can see again how it once shone
and recognize
where you once were
but do make sure
you know your fresh air
that it is not coming from another
inside
but an open mind
Even though the door you stand for
is held up by heavy hinges
you are afraid
you can’t open it
if only the door had a window
so you know
your first steps can be taken
safely
so your choice
can slowly surround you
Your roots grow into your crown
the life you wear so proudly
or not
but when you reflect
the shadows on a white wall
all the roads you have traveled
the dead ends with their views
you can only hope
there are no windows
from dark rooms
reflecting angles
you forgot
I feel like I walk in nature
between these old
abandoned buildings
is the absence of people
the cause
that we feel nature
Nochrisis 