this
patient loving voice
in my head embracing
the
universe with all
its flaws –
I used to love
different
piles of laundry
the blue
pile, the red pile,
the green
pile – I could relax
putting
pieces of dirty laundry on the right pile
filling the
laundry machine with red
or green or
brown or black
with an illusion of there might
actually be a system behind all of this
and I might actually get it one day
with an illusion of there might
actually be a system behind all of this
and I might actually get it one day
for open
questions used to be
alright for
me - not anymore
most things
in life are
unresolved
most of the time
it did not
bother me I knew
life was a
bitch and I was willing
to wait for
my destiny
I could sit
out life easily -
not anymore and yet I know
this is again not about me
if I can not get down to the
deepest heart of what really matters
what really
matters
what really
matters
keep
breathing
what really
matters
is you
sorry
I meant what really matters
is
EVERYTHING but you
forget you
I wished I
were smarter
deeper
in control
like I used
to be
I wished
there was patience
in me for
the unresolved
for the
open questions
that I
could breathe with them
that I
could sort my laundry
by colours
- but actually
I can't do it anymore© Susanne Becker
Fotos by Armin Staudt
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