ups, there is a feeling in my gut

01.01.21

1.1.21

01.01.2021

1.1.2021

under this huge pine tree

I wish I was in my garden

I don’t like all those new year and Christmas and whatever festivities

Is it

Nothing is still something

Guess? Nothing

what am I doing

The way up and the way down are one and the same

when I stop breathing time stands still

when I breathe out I decay

so whenever I breathe in I become

I breathe in my future, I breathe out my past

deep into my bones

looking outside makes me shiver

cold is creeping into me