.6

i stepped into the fresh snow tonight, snowflakes fell gently and landed into my hair. it was night. when i am alone and walking in the snowfall, i often raise my face towards the falling whitebits. then stop, breathe deeply and feel how snow is turning into water on my cheeks. and when a snowflake lands on my lip, when i feel how the ice melts into something warm and soft - it's like a kiss. a promise. 

then i know you're in every particle 

♫

.III

and it's not that i don't like daytime, only that - 

sunrise comes too soon

.5

in the flesh - communication? haven't we rather thrust ourselves into this maze of no longer communicating who we are but who others want us to be, who would make them happy, who would make them like us, love us, make us feel better and belonging somewhere. is this communication based on projections of beings? if so, it would mean we communicate our coats, leaving the soft, warm body underneath undiscovered. we make it sleep, become a semi-existing life and let the fancy outer shell play the part. how is it to be worn by the clothes you chose yourself and paid for them? 

hello you flicker on the other side of the screen. who's playing alice tonight?
what will you give me? your hand or your glove?

♫

.II

if an angel falls in the forest when no one is around to hear it 

does he make a sound?

.4

and yet again we call for safety
while what we actually crave for is a total

commitment

♫