
I spend the morning outside.
I spend the morning outside,
walking to the water, sitting
myself down, slightly anxious,
afraid to drop down the 3 meters,
or rather drop one of the things I
brought there.
A vivid image of when i dropped,
a ball in a canal, and trying to
retrieve it my phone fell in.
Oh what a sad and funny day.

I spend the morning outside
and was so surrounded by
calming and envigorating
sounds and memories of
moments being there before
just as content.

I thought perhaps I’d write
a poem, but my feelings where
to complete to put into words.
And so i did some bad drawings,
just my pen moving along the
paper expressing some of the
unexpresionable contentment.
I spend the morning outside,
and I read back some of what
I wrote in the book i brought before
A collection of poems and bookkeeping
documented from the past 2,5 years.
I spend the morning outside and time
stood still. My heart full. My memories
like pearls floating on the water shining
perfectly precious how ever painful.
I spend the morning outside and nothing
really happened, everything just felt right.