at the end of March of 2019 …

I stumbled across this „poem“ a couple of days ago.

I have no clue what I meant and I do not remember writing this. …

Somehow it feels relevant now.

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slipping off

grasping at air

wondering 

if ever there was

anything

worth 

holding on to

turning around

in mid air

with all your might

preparing

for a
(surprise! )

soft landing

 

breathe