It's not easy to tell
Not that i'm cluttering or something
I'm thinking very cleary
Just not that consistently
Yet

Once i'm dancing without shoes and without fear
And then again i've got difficulties with deglutition
Which doesn't match the wish to grasp at the oppurtunity of life
Yet?

But at least i know what i wish for
Which is touching the essence of life
Or something
Being closer
Where most of these temporal things don't matter any more

The major things arise
But all the rest remains below
And you can choose what to stick to

I'm having heart problems
It beats three times more often in the mornings
Sometimes it feels as if it would blast my throat any second
At night it lies heavy on me

Furthermore
The fear of who i'm gonna be
From the memory of who i used to be

And yet i feel like a magician in training

What else
I'm not wearing underwear

_{Ice into water
Paper into ash
Life into blood
Thoughts into deeds into nothing into deeds into}

That's how expression tastes