i got lost in foreign lands

these days just looking for words, feelings dampened and kinda mute in their colours, the gray blankets covering the world softly, and you can make out some light on the other side, but to put it into words - that's all there is, words and that was all and all and all and not caring. the year starts off uncertainly, evenings of feeling comfortable in the hot chill blurry sick skin, mornings non-existing but breakfast and lunch and dinner all there nicely tidy in their structures of the world; not a single change was released as the last sparkler burnt down in the smoke-filled, beautiful berlin night in which times came together, and love for them all


summer's a long while gone