saturday evening with a pen

i am lost in my own mind
i drive by my thoughts
unaware,
not able to sort them out.
exploding head--
almost.
thank god you're here.
where are you?
i'm still lost.
in my own mind.
--
blue water on you , sleeping.
through it we breathe,
for what?
for loving.
ourselves.
------>
what a handicap it is,
not being able to draw.
it should be happening.
like many things.
don't.
time goes quickly, it doesn't pass.
it goes.
realise and live.
>>>>


you are my soundtrack for now.
tomorrow----we'll see.

m.s.