gifts under a tree.
but it’s something else i seek.
gifts no one can buy.
i wish you all happy holidays, health, happiness, friendship, love, time.
gifts under a tree.
but it’s something else i seek.
gifts no one can buy.
i wish you all happy holidays, health, happiness, friendship, love, time.
a grim chapter ends.
is moving running away?
adhesion is brave.
open a new chapter.
is moving running away?
standstill is pointless.
can i be happy,
with an empty, aching heart?
would you fill this void?
all this – what you need –
keeps you alive, not happy.
though, what you want does.
a needle in hay,
found unsought: deepest desire.
the needle slips down.