extrawelt and the rythm of memory
she started off. said that she felt it again
oh play it. play it like home
we had candles or not
we started off making things last by imagining
a structure. tell me immeadiatly to stick to it
arms widely in a beat
hair floating instantly
ordinary scenes - outspoken heavenly
she screamed every night at five,
we thought she is mad. needs help
by the window alone tonight was not reality
i am walking down boulevards
then germany on bike
this life, objectively, is ugly
shuttle seating
dropping tears, red areas on your face my dearest
extrawelt
when crying found a choreography
the phone not ringing
words without direction
i paralyse you is what you meant to say
an envelope to apply
a date to state
we need to go home
curtains reaching out of windows
let me leave you
