There is something unspeakable
inside of me
it breathes
almost unheard
the more the worlds around cave in
the more the in-between the lines motion
it trembles
and it quivers
although it is not to be seen
it evaporates through my skin
and rises up into the sky
to fall down again
and the breathing
runs
everywhere
the unimaginable tastes like snow
it dissolves silently
and still
yet still it births
a memory
of the unsaid
that needs to be spoken
as it is felt too much too long
°Woodlights Woudlicht
