I see your face reflecting next to mine in the shop window. We are walking, side by side, hand in hand. The city is at our feet. How is it that I’m this lucky? The city unfolds, our life is planned, and dreams are realized. I realize this is us. We are concurring the world.
Yet, at the same time the world is not at our feet. It changes, the story develops out of our control and we can only continue this way of coping that we’ve accustomed ourselves to. Mother nature doesn’t agree with us, it’s starts pouring rain, so we flee. You run too fast, and I stand still.
& I wake up, alone, to a sunny Berlin.