where was i
after this terrible day i had to listen to macho bullshit dudes & emo-girls singing on piano hearthbreaking song on the radio
in a place where they placed discusting art on the wall that you want to vomit from the first look at it
oh, i know
chapter 6 The winter
a frozen glove on the street
was the evidence
of the first winternight
in wich a weakend by alchol
landanimal
wearing the other glove
didn't survive
not like it's origin
that survived
worse
traveling through space
on meteorites
ice crystals write
themself
on windows
in the unwritten ways
of nature
that shape water molecules
in automated order
in mathematical dimensions
what didn't write itself
was the modernday
coming out
like a surprize
from a bubblegum slot
