When your hairs

stand on their beginnings

Let's go drink glühwein 

and observe this beautiful

world 

I have upgraded 

from being a Medium

to Source itself

One-man-controlled

all I could do was breathe

and even that was frowned upon

The other supports in such a way

that what I am allowed to do 

all by myself is ... breathe

I'm going to experience

my power

shapeless, without form

No more protection 

from words for you or me

I'm going elitely raw

And no dress will speak 

The Sun's Turning

and so are we:

infinite acting&then-reflecting

don't forget to keep looking up 

Having kids -

a perfect alibi 

until I had a breakdown

and started to live 

for me 

 Боже

Please make sure

I don't meet a man

of my dreams 

That's just the last shit I'd need

in this lifetime 

Shadows, my favorite

building medium 

at the moment of old

personality collapse

I give up words

for crème brûlée

and probably pie

in lemon

Winter constellations

are single tracks in snow 

for everyone

fire glows in windows

cacao spills, cat rentals

ornament patterns in trees 

Endless sharing for it's

120⁰ trine everywhere

Lego-moms

creating worlds 

from what's been sourced

Turning lights off

in my head

like I do in my house'

rooms

to cut off certain moods 

We're trained for deficit

but imagine differently:

just being 

No more swapping "love"

Believe: it's very freeing 

Rimsky-Korsakov

on morning alarm 

with imperial trumpets

How rude, I thought