butterflies out of reach

I find myself looking at the silverdust in my pocket
regarding the pieces of the one I used to be
a collection of forgotten feelings
locked in the library of my heart

.. guess the keys got lost somehow ..

but as soon as I notice those darksome clouds
I stuff the shimmering powder back into my jacket

to keep it safe from the upcoming rain
washing everything away
that I treasured for such a long time

about

wahrnehmungen. traeumereien. spinnereien. abgruende aus vergessenen zeiten. (nicht immer verfolgbare) gedankengaenge. und in keinem fall ein grund zur sorge.

catch me, tame me

who is able to touch you?

lauschgenuss

listen to the blood rushing through your veines

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