30.08.2011 | 18:28 | in meinem ohr | kommentieren
we live on a mountain
right at the top
there’s a beautiful view
from the top of the mountain
every morning I walk towards the edge
and throw little things off
like car-parts, bottles and cutlery
or whatever I find lying around
it’s become a habit
a way to start the day
I go through all this
before you wake up
so I can feel happier
to be safe again with you
it’s early morning
no one is awake
I’m back at my cliff
still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
I follow with my eyes ‚til they crash
I imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks
and when it lands
will my eyes
be closed or open?