
I saw you hiding
in yourself
I saw no lock
from the outside
or handle
to try
maybe your open
or locked from the inside
I will never know

I saw you hiding
in yourself
I saw no lock
from the outside
or handle
to try
maybe your open
or locked from the inside
I will never know

There is so much color in the city
but in my mind
looking back
I see grey
except
when I met you
my wall
standing still in front of you
I do remember
your color

I have no real attachment to celebrating the new year. When I was young, it was exciting to buy fireworks and search for leftovers long into the night. Later, I had work where I had to work on those days, and as an anarchist, I can’t help but see the relativism of all these celebrations. And I don’t know why that one day a year is chosen as some kind of turning point, mainly because most of the time, maybe all of the time, real changes happen on entirely arbitrary days. All these traditions come from your surroundings and are fed and seen mostly uncritically, the same traditions that make us anxious about foreigners and let us see women as something other than men, to name just two of the more nasty ones. Traditions are fascinating when you read about them in a history book.
A part of relativizing your own (made-up) culture is realizing that what is normal for you is not normal for others.

From down here
those guardrails look nice
luckily
down here
I can't fall far

I love standing in the middle of a crossroad
when it is quiet

In life you sometimes feel like
falling
with no ground
underneath
you don’t tumble
just endlessly
it always seems
you pick up
where it ended
somewhere in thin air
some last time

A wall staying together
bounded by our time
and some imagination

We move in particular ways
just so we can ignore
what is just
out of the frame

Sometimes you don’t know what lifts you up
other times you don’t know who you lift up
most of the time we lift nothing

When I feel
looking back
I open a window
to inside
where memories linger
to let some fresh air in
hoping to be at least
reused

There are so many windows to look through
my window

I have to go somewhere
one of two ways
one more light with reminders
one more dark
hidden reminders
remembering
such a human thing
no matter where
you go

I have to vent
but have to grow higher and higher
as not to smoke you out
but just take your sun away

Small minds are hard to crush
by walking over them
and don’t talk louder
but smaller

We appreciate symmetry
even when we are alone
we appreciate the loneliness
we also feel inside

I am living under this large glass roof
glass walls all around
where I can see the world
but imagine the smells
the sounds
and all of you