The Thing of Being

Frustration is hereditary

And depression as well

Just a few moments

In the sun

Then endless

Landscapes of grey clouds

The sun sets and the night

Starless and windy

Sets in

Drama

Fear keeps us in place

Limiting our options

The darkness kept us safe

The Lost Mind

Conciousness is a hard thing

Penetrating every thought

Still so blind for what is moving

Below the surface

I try to start again after almost four years of silence

This is what has been

I moved Corona came and went

I came back

Lost all my money

Lost most of my hope

Had a dirty and rundown flat in a suburb

Still here

Updated Mess

Contemplating suicide

But things are so messy

Down here

That I cannot even

Find my knives

But it did not matter

I am still alive

What to do

Just nothing

Just enjoy

The sea and the sun

That is it

SNOW

Late in March the snow is still falling

Outside my window

And start all over again again

and again

I can not do it anymore…

This is it

I am so tired of myself

Chef Petrosa

Jaha klockan är åtta.! Välkomna till epidemikliniken i Koppartornet.

Glad högtid detta nådens år.

Uppståndelsens tid är här

Smittspridningen är som tidigare

Vi tycks befinna oss i stormens öga.

De flesta som insjuknar befinner sig utanför staden.

Sedan militären slog en järnring om Stockholm

Tycks allt ha blivit bättre

Då skall nattvakten få rapportera

Jaha [Ser sig släpigt omkring] inte här i alla fall

Kan docent Kastor möjligtvis se efter om professorn år på sitt rum

Ja men nu bad jag er

The Moment of Truth

I waited crossed my mind

Fear

I have fear

Truly fear

And it will all pass

And still remain

While the sun circles the earth

Passage

Cold, tired and lost

Life goes on

Focus

It is possible

So there we go

Snow

Tired very tired

The snow

The empty void

Of a life that should

Have been there now

Still nothing is left

Only a fantasy and a vague memory

Fading in the afternoon

Darkness

Love will end

The world and me

But

On the bottom

Of the ocean

Well hidden in gorges

There are life thriving there

Without the sun, only the volcanic heat

There is safety in the darkness