Time comes in waves here, a sickness, one
day after the other rolling on;
I move up, it’s called
awake, then down into the uneasy
nights but never
forward.
Life is both sad and solemn. We are led into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived.