You hold the answers deep within your own mind.
Consciously, you’ve forgotten it.
That’s the way the human mind works.
Whenever something is too unpleasant, to shameful for us
to entertain, we reject it.
We erase it from our memories.
But the imprint is always there.

6 am after another sleepless night, standing on the cold balcony, drinking cold coffee and trying to fix something you just can‘t repair.

Flying away and diving so deep, running in tunnels to find out of me. 

Searching for faces, fading to death. But she can‘t get out, out of my head.