Resting here
by myself,
unwilling
to think,
to worry.

set to
dream away,
lose myself.
distract myself,
sink in false comfort,
gamble with my time

where do I feel?
numbness,
weariness,
coldness
creep into my heart,

I can’t move
I let it all happen
It doesn’t mean anything
and it doesn’t touch me

Secluded.
Where am I?
Why don’t I feel myself
and this minute
and this place

I am restless like a stone.
I am empty like a deep dark lake
I am singing to books and talking to trees
maybe they can tell me where the wind blows.



17. 10. 2006