flash of light

grey dark clouds heavy clouds cool breeze a thin rainbow above highway 63 so stylistic it looks to me that i stop my bike while the rain drops on my hair the trembling seconds before dusk when the bats fly wild seemingly without meáning or aim the cold seconds before nights darkness if you yet wére hereFortsätt läsa ”flash of light”

my old xp-computer

I´m loneley wolksvagen car outside stands grey mute, silent people talk through the wall through the roof from the apartments next to mine from the apartment above mine where an old alcoholaddict lives next to me a living for homeless drugaddicts whos weaning from heroin and other heavy stuff ”heaven will come soon we willFortsätt läsa ”my old xp-computer”