Let your strength evaporate, dissolve itself in the morning light, that's how, I think you find strength, leting go, forgetting, flying away.
in the cracking cold
breathing backward from morning
feels like living
It is not only the big socks that pulls my socks off, it is also the little cold words, dropped at the last moment, the little abandons, little things, little things like that.
...that invites itself anonymously on frail and frozen shoulders, barely out of the ground, already tired of the winter tricks.
let my will melt in the coldness of August, shake off the dust of regret when you open the window, looking at you through the eyes of the rain, a little sad, like tears on the window.