Impossible to get my soul in peace.
To get my chaos in a kind of order.
My dreams and thoughts
are perfectly diseased,
and all attached
into the live-long folder.
I have no strenght to go through that all
again by reading everything what's written.
I think I'll burn my file before I'll fall.
Could I have cancel all?
Could I delete it?
Could I have throw out everything
like an unnecessary useless litter?
I'm keeping all my memory in place -
But I don't want remember where I have put it.
I guess this chaos fills the empty space
or is it space is pulling in
the eternal chaos to get it fill up?
To get the purpose executed.

10.06.2012