sturmpost

cold, cold day

fog in my mind &

on the way to

a strange place

.

hope for a moment there

but then

maybe not

.

no time to think

back in town

a moment of peace while

ghana kicks off against mali

on tv

and the cappuccino is, well,

it is just right. not perfect.

but perfect would be wrong

.

could have stayed

vanished in my

own personal nothingness

.

reinvented

myself

instead

.

as I always did

.

and it worked

.

as it always did

.

empty

.

then no magic, just

a few words

.

feels like

coming home

in the mirror of 3 lost roses

thanks for reminding me

my strange friend

.

Yes, I do exist

[originally titled: sprachnot]