State of mind

Frame this color for me please. I will keep it for later.

But the color may fade away. Yes, but it was once framed for me.

done bedsheets

I look at the tidy straight vertical and horizontal paradise. The settings are customized according to my schedule of eyelids.

I dusted my bedsheets and the tears fell off dropped down to the cafe under my window.
An Italian stepped over them and their existence stopped. That existense of the past.

The bottles are in line, the dishes are shiny and bright. The hair is straight, the eyes are brown, the sky is hosting the sun today.
The visitors come and the snow too and when they go snow escorts them

The "life" goes on in certainty of that unsure break to come or not, in certainty of the car stopping at the zebra crossing for me or not.., in certainty of a plan I have not yet made, of a plan I would like to make
but I do not know the words of or the roads.

I am on my way... I will return again and then I will leave too and then again...