May shopping over the thoughts that
zip and lock is better
I tied down my hands but they
Went free
Idle clarity, weaving into the last threads.
Hanging onto the ends

I dream of moving into a big white space
It is dry here and clear
My eyes are just fine, thank you
Thoughts and feelings are interchanged

Following the melody to Sigur Ros at the end of life,
We will still hold hands and remember these days
We will sit back, breathe heavily and say
“yes”