Leave the light on for me please, as I will be flying back to the city tonight, through the fog, the thick fog, straight from the clouds and through the glass, through the walls and straight into the room, the little closed off little room, the one where the light will still be on for me, the tiny glowing light. Unless you turn it off, of course, unless you turn off the light. Then I will be guided into a different window, a different room, a different life, a different path... and they all seem to be moving slowly, they all oscillate in the same rhythm. When I fly through the foggy city very slowly, when I slow down time enough, then I can see the pulse of electricity flashing through all lights, an energy flow, on and off and on and off... and please leave the light on, when I fly back to the city tonight. I would like to be able to curl up in that little room and close my eyes and know that you left it on for me... whoever you might decide to be, then, in this very particular moment...
vielleicht reicht ja auch ein gedankenblitz, um einen raum für lange lange zeit zu erhellen? und sei es nur der raum zwischen schläfe und schläfe.
ab und zu ist es ja sehr gut einen kleinen gedankenblitz zu haben, ja... hoffentlich kommt mir bald wieder einer, denn im moment ist es recht duster zwischen den schläfen... so duster, dass der umlaut sich davon geschlichen hat und ich mich nur noch ins bett werfen will...
Oh... I... forgot what I was going to say. Those wacky umlauts get into all manner of strife.
Beautiful. The words and the picture.