noisy silence.
they say my name, like a guessing game.
"is that really you?"
no, I don't think it ever was.
in the spring,
when the world's turning green,
i only think about the fall,
or the frets on the board
a progression of chords.
oh how I want this to resolve.
and the road finally gave me back,
but I don't think I'll unpack.
[bright eyes - tourist trap]
nach wasser hacken.
wanderung richtung umeå in schweden.
viel schnee, viel kälte. viel erlebnis. es war toll.
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