the horror of drifting
it's not a film
I simply collapsed
on the ground
offering a sacrifice - self
all the balance is reflected in that
every day at the same time - the matrix
every morning you pour water from a plastic bottle
as the meaning of existence
that water in the glass is a sacrifice
innocence, chastity, a childlike character in reflection
a maid in this bourgeois society
pink-happy suitability
smile! - they say
that is why we indulge in immense suffering
I don't have a home - I realized
maybe too late?
a strong wind today is hitting the face
the slaps are stringing
I hide behind potted flowers in an advanced depression
yes, it's simple
the bus with the first floor more and more often, the
reddish one
knot with breathing apparatus completely mechanical
parting rolls like a word
at dawn
ordinary words are pronounced in an unstable place
their right to imbalance
I walk on the edge
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19.58 h – 20.09 h
February 18th 2022
Friday
/West Drayton, Hillingdon County of London/
