in a room

when alone in a room

there is nothing in fact 

nothing at all. Not there. Not in that space. 

So you can continue giving explanations, or keeping doors opened, or whatever makes you feel better. Or just not joining me, when alone. 

soul

I keep you at a distance

as you do as well

but before I go to sleep 

I wonder about your soul 

about how it feels, about its light that travels with me. 

and about its power, or my power, I have no idea what or which it is. 

limit of my being

At the limit of my being 

there are emotions 

wrapped in inulin

At the limit of my being 

there are hills that my hips shake

there are clowds I ride 

and 

little flowers with huge roots

tree roots, that changed perspective 

and refrained from growing

At the limit of my being 

rain and summer light.