on a computer
you can truly
delete something
time is passing
right
now
global warming
every time i breathe
it gets worse
a new day
no plans yet
what to do
a thick grey fog
blending city
and sky
everything
you see
is in the past
summer in new york
please
make it stop
going home
to see christina
smile on my face
waiting for an idea
it’s not here yet
still waiting
a room, almost empty
just a table
and a chair
i try not to worry
but sometimes
it’s just too strong
nothing urgent
just saying hi
no big deal
the smell of pancakes
with apple
and cinnamon
that wonderful place
somewhere between
boredom and stress
storm is coming
dark and loud
no rain yet
is it good
is it bad
at least i tried
not too much
not too little
just right
sent an email
still no answer
what’s wrong?
at the beach
under a big umbrella
staring at the sea
