Thursday, June 22, 2017

Water my eyes

Water my eyes with joy and sunsets, hold my palms for whatever comes next. We only break when we take a sudden stop now, but if we go fast, we'll make it to the end somehow. The wind is my language and I don't know how to speak, what to say and what words to seek. The moon wanted to kiss my ears so I would learn how to listen what's inside, the sun stroke my skin so I would understand I can't - no more - hide.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Healing at 1:27

If I can't
write anymore
does this mean
I'm healing?

Kui ma ei suuda
rohkem kirjutada,
kas see tähendab,
et paranen?

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

"Not realising"

I've mastered the art of "not realising".
And then understood
I've been in the 
wrong art department. 

Guess it's time
to switch schools
for life.