waking up
with the taste
of the last days
events
in my head
brainstorming the memories
I´m not able to forget
searching a chance
to escape from bad experiences
coming up
at the same time as the good ones
both connected in flashing images
fixed as dizzy dust in my broken heart
filled up with thunder
at least
returning to the surface
of sharp cutting thoughts
by covering my mind
with glory ashes
of better days of yore
leading me
again and again
finally
in my truecoming
daydream