i ll be

in between moments
waiting
for another dream
where everything feels the same
stories
that smell like toothpaste
bring me back
seconds
the only space we have
is this wall
that i hit
and pillows get wet

I'm only being myself when I'm dreaming

there is a dream
that we cannot choose
the 10 seconds after
the darkness
suddenly
i can feel the weight of my hand
clinging into this world

Zeit

Your hands need to learn
Maps of loneliness
A curve in the bed sheet
With no flesh on
You could be any noise
Coming from the kitchen
Trapped in a parallel universe
You're trying to warn
Or say goodbye
To it all