what

i seek what
and who means nothing
more than i do
now and never
thens the only time when
what is what i feel
i want
and who cares
what is what i seek
and who means nothing
more than
more than you
could ever mean to me.

(and i know why)

thats what.

afraid to think

where possibilities once pulled
like stripping bark from stark birch trees
now i wait
for green and spring to bring me
cherry blossoms.
and when [if] i fall
in autumns leaves
i shall be coloured with abundance
and apples

winter doesnt leave for bravery;
its just reaction to the action
[lack] of patience.
... this i know.

my thoughts melt faster than they form
while i sit barefoot in the snow
wonders what i fear.

lesson

this is where they
call the crossroads
and bear witness great events.
in opposite directions each path lies inevitable
future
no man treads on either one.

this life has just begun
and i am one
but for a moment

i
make
fate.

cherry blossoms fill the air so i dont even care. either way i know im right and
that makes happy.