Being@BoomBoomCafe | 14.04.08

Thick.

It's thick at first.

My being.


The moment
i take my shoes off,
it starts crumbling.

And now
when the soft cushion that i
am sitting on, starts
talking to me,
it starts crumbling even
more.

my being.


Far, as far as
i can reach through
mountain with
my eyes, he has

left his
footprints.

For me to find.
For me to walk on.

Wind keeps blowing
and with it, the crumbled
remains of my "I"


And then
on my left,
pregnant grey clouds
suddenly loom
large and blanket the
snow-clad monkish
mountain.

They know
how to crumble me
even further, it seems.

The cup of hot chocolate
arrives and leaves me
on my knees.

The sheer size.
The sheer taste.

I am falling apart.

I am just melting nothingness.

I am waiting
for evening to
come.

Swallow me
carry me into complete
darkness

when i will stand
on that highest
peak,
and will find
my valley.



Being@BoomBoomCafe 14.04.08