Isolation purification

The limited space is the lake of boredom
Yet it tickles my creativity
Pushing my limits and my imagination.
What do I like? What’s special in me?
Is my life missing a tone?
I hear myself,
I write myself,
I suspended tha judgement
And keep moving
On.

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Alone with the plan

The door is closed and the lights dim

When I look into the future of this adventure.

Only alone I see the reason,

the hidden underwater thread

Passing idle

Through my days and my hands.

I wish it was passing through my head.

Paper cup with no logo

One hand is occupied

Nu the heart and craze of coffee.

Cups shout a shop and an addition

But not mine.

I Reuse, I wash, my cup tells my name

And my will to action

Each morning.