Disorder

[Britneyspierced]

Disorder



Destruction and new creation of feeling,

Even without one idea where its origin is from.

Waiting for some sort of what? – Boom!

Longing for some freedom, free-wheeling,



A ring from somewhere,

Nowhere, elsewhere,

Here.



Awaken from somewhere,

Find yourself in elsewhere,

Until you are here again.



Her hand is shaking,

Bad news, which are breathtaking?

Via a call her world shatters,

Via transmission their world crashes.



Now they know its origin,

Just a process of seconds.

A fallen dove

Once given peace



Today gives tears

full of memories.


Katrin I.