When the rain stopped, I looked through your window
and saw her
a skinny girl with an infinitely small mouth.
Her eyes were wide open
as to swallow the whole world in a glance.
I wondered why life allowed such starvation to be.

All in all is all we are. Kurt Cobain or ancient philosophers?
Somewhere inbetween regarding factual existence.
Far too long after both to feel alive.
I miss him so badly, I even start
looking up pornographical terms on the internet.
The behaviour pattern of an academic in need for closeness.

The rain starts again, and R.E.M. play turn you inside-out.
I’ve turned my inside out in front of you. Backwards against the wall.
Walls slide, pits open, you turned and went. Outside in on me.

I miss him so badly, I can´t sleep without light.
Turn on the bright lights! So as they say,
stranger things have happened before.

I’m deaf to the tone of drones in the nest. I am never aware.
I pass dangers like life passes me.
So they have no interest in mine.

What’s in stores? I would have bought another identity, had I only known.

Wither blister, burn and peel. I shook you off my shoulders.
And even so the world won’t listen,
We will never be the same. A bottomless fall, a burning sharp winter.
We will never recover.
I covered the truth I wanted to know with my hands.
Have you ever been here? Have you ever come out of my head?
Will I ever rise to the surface again?