Let your strength evaporate, dissolve itself in the morning light, that's how, I think you find strength, leting go, forgetting, flying away.
because we are all the same, taking root the best we could, with more or less dignity, and what distinguishes us from each other: a crack in the paint, our weaknesses, what tortures us.
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.