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.