N° 34

From time to time
I wish not to be solid matter
Anymore
I wish not to weigh anything
Anymore
I wish to dissolve into the air around me and float for a second
Only for a second though,
Tomorrow I have to be in the office by 9

N° 32

When I’m in company
I have a habit of imagining
How they probably see me

It’s like taking a mental picture
Of myself
With the camera being the eyes
Of my counterpart

Does that one strand fall into my face
The way I know it looks best?
Is my laughter contagious?
Are my eyes sparkling?
Do I look pretty from their point of view?

Why the fuck don’t I concentrate
On my own fucking view

-self obsession vs. self destruction-

N° 23

Most of my poems
I write on train rides.

Maybe I need

The feeling
Of being on my way
The feeling
Of moving towards something

The ‘in between’

To write


When do you write? Do certain places or feelings make your creativity flow or do you just start to write anywhere and anytime at all? I would love to hear that, let me know in the comments if you like!