Skateboarding

October 17th

Berlin is getting colder

Streets, buildings, sky, they coalesce

Shades of grey

Smoke

Fog

Sky

hearts sway

Shadow

Iron

Fossil grey

Concrete

Future

Past grey

I like it where the birds sing bass

And my room has no romance

I am writing to let you know

That I know

The thread is not as thin

As you may think

The fabric that surrounds us and is way too strong

For you to just casually pass through

I know you have redecorated your place by the lake

With a young flower

The Palm of Christ

You stole it

All the secrets that you throw out come my way

I have seen strong performances

I do not always believe

I know stories can be changed

As long as the details are real

I have learned that lies can make the wheels spin

She said it was a secret and I asked again and again

I’ve learned there’s a new woman

A child I am told

That she’s putting all her love in your serene soul

She is close to me

more than you know

And she’ll tell us

The thread is not that thin

She likes to tell us

The thread is not that thin

Smoke

Fog

Sky

hearts sway

The streets, buildings, sky, they coalesce

The wind carries June

The street whispers May

Our letters reveal April

And this city is full of grey

All the best