Flee.

Like a bird, flying from tree to tree.

I want to abduct the air and hide it onder my wings.

And the ignorant me chooses the horizon as my final destination.

And when I drop myself into the empty air,

I feel this tingling on top of my lungs.

It feels like the way it felt when I used to be deeply in love.

The drops make their way down on this glass surface.

I watch the birds, who set off for happier adventures.

I spread my arms and drops come racing down my face.

I'm stuck in my utopian fantasy, within the shredding society that is our mutual soul.

Location : Sterrebos 39, 2200 Herentals.