
De river is still frozen I could cross it but she might wake though the silence calls on the other side the road I drive on is still not frozen

De river is still frozen I could cross it but she might wake though the silence calls on the other side the road I drive on is still not frozen

They say that the grass is always greener somewhere around the corner but how many corners are there to not end up where you are

I have a window outside for when I want to look outside for when I feel inside

I wouldn't mind
living
with myself
for a while

If I only could touch the warm water I see now I know how cold it is

Though you don’t throw a shadow over me you are still hanging suspiciously over me

I sanded away my sorrows and now I have to rip the paper away the machine did its work the paper is filled with dust I am not much lighter but it feels smooth

Memories surrounded by hills
and mountains
fed by waterfalls that bring
cold water
to slowly renew the fjord
a part of the sea
its salt conserves
the current not there
it was always there
and will be

The moon reflects in what it pulls like I do with you

I saw only your shadow above me and it was hard to see if you flew away or straight down into the ground towards me

You can shine a light on it
but why not three
and see the shadows
disappear
Do you ever wonder
what happens
in between the seconds

The best room in the house is often
the one you can see the furthest
I wonder what that is about

Last night somewhere somewhere in my dreams I stood on dry land a pier underwater I was waiting for the boat it seems without doors only when I turned around did I see the door open

I saw this house that is no longer a house it has a roof that is no longer a roof the windows are shut boarded up from inside the door still opens but only from outside

Though pictures catch only a moment they can catch you who you really are or at least who you think you are