P0638. Untitled


From the doubt I fall into the drunkenness
And from the drunkenness I fall into deferment
I think deferment comes from deferment

Will I or will I not send you a message to wish you a happy new year?

My decision stands out Not
Nice and safe
There are too many other people

People who could never understand what exists between us
People who would mercilessly condemn us
As people who do not meet the norm usually perish

So my phone stays in my bag
While I think of
you with tears in your eyes You see my face the way it was last time

Distance married to January as in an unshakable marital status
Chilly cold gray winter airs
I wonder how you are faring
And whether you would also want to flee for everything