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