180327, Monday, 20.00
I am sitting on a ledge above my new staircase. I haven't moved in yet, into my new tiny home, but I will in a few days. This place feels good. I feels good. I need to write something to indicate a new start...
Here, in silence, from ice of steel
I shall carve out my own soul.
In this place, I’ll finally heal
enough to chase my goals,
chase away the ghouls,
rinse off all the peel
and gently reemerge,
resprout, grow, explore, share...
(Like a seed always perfect)
The armour of ice will melt
Æ treng ikke lenger spille helt
for her kan æ være mæ, fullt og helt
treng ikke lengre være delt,
være splitta på midten - au!
Here, I can crochet you a mitten,
In einen kleinen Häuschen
ein bisschen nord con Wittenau.