,When I was twenty-four, I disappeared under the covers for many hours.
I also lifted the shirt of the body, who was already lying in my bed and was digging into his stomach.
I burrowed into his warm little belly like the inside of a pillow, like a sunlit one
House made of wood, like my cat's fur. I was safe.
A task was pending, in the later evening, which I thought was insurmountable. I was afraid.
So I wanted to hide here until the last minute.
I could hardly breathe under the many blankets, on the warm little belly, the skin tasted sweet,
I stroked a fuzz with tear-stained lashes, from the lack of oxygen seized me
dizziness, but I didn't let myself be fanned. I never wanted to go upstairs again.
I was buried, like inside him, covered by skin, fragrances and towels: a cocoon.
His kindness was long lasting. But then I threw back the covers, got out of bed and went to the place,
where the obstacle awaited me. I dreaded. seconds to go, before I got down to it, the obstacle
To overcome, it seemed insurmountable to me.
But then I threw myself in and made it, to overcome the obstacle.
at least I was alive, I had the task, which I had thought unsolvable, somehow behind
brought me. Don't ask me, how.
Later, this deeply familiar human being no longer existed in a body.
I no longer rested in a warm house, that warmly breathes the sun like wood. I didn't find a hole in the tree,
no hole in the down. Freezing and without hesitation, I went straight to the
obstacle, looked up at him and despaired.
I was initiated. It rained cold on my lonely, trembling figure down.
Üh, stark!
thank you, Bro