
I can see
from where you left it hanging
if you sit right
or left on the bench
watching

I can see
from where you left it hanging
if you sit right
or left on the bench
watching

I have many seats where I live
but not many for outsiders
I like to change position
every now and then

The thought
tentakels that explain
are also keeping you
away

I am stuck
to a 3-meter-thick wall
trying to look inside
because the silence
lures me

All of you behind those
impressive black walls
receive
impressions of the world
and at the end what is left

If you are looking
down
the reflection of a window
can be all
you need to remember
outside

From darkness
light calls
out of curiosity
maybe
to know
the unknown
or the opposite

I always hope that some memories last forever
especially when you give them away

The walls that protect us
are all different
but why
they all serve the same function

Almost empty streets
where people only meet
on their way home

The trees grew taller than your wounds
almost forgotten
in shadows
that never go
maybe you should
rediscover
them

The houses are colorful
but grey inside

















Today it was quiet in the city
alone with what stays
and a friend

They have a side
they are entrenched
staring at a wall
sharpening arguments
no discussion
just one side
the only air
stale

Do I miss
the things I leave on the table

I don’t see
how i could ever park there
in the future