Dreams
are pictures from the
parallel life
we are leading
dark in the night
deep in the universe

I am always drawn to
ephemeral beauty

the little things
the ugly things
the beautiful things
washed down the drain

I will never see
mine,
will someone catch it
for me

like a butterfly
with a net?

The time is never right to say
good bye
good bye for good
for good ?
for ever


the time will not be right
when you want to say good bye
when it's forever
I hope it will be for good

When the night is not black
but only grey

I lay

and I wonder
and I worry
and I worry

and I sleep

and I worry
and I wonder
and I wonder

and I

sleeeeeeeeep

sorting
sorting
sorting

sorting
sorting

throwing away

cleaning

the dolls
are staying
even though
their joints are
Not working anymore
either

their smiles smile
their lips stay red.