Friday afternoon ”the cleaning project”. Heavy rain over a worrying mind, starts to look for unsolved things to find. Lost in the world and a an empty head, awake, asleep and hundred years to be dead.
Nothing rise like the sun, an early day, when the moon of all thoughts has only dark words to say. Different ways to solve and clean, throws back the good thoughts when nothing is what it has to been.
One day I’ve to catch, look and feel the light, when the darkness is gone, easy without a fight.
© Björn Blomqvist 2019-10-25