I am a bit stuck in
every little thing
is annoying me
and there is just no time to write
and rarely a glimpse
of
the
sun
’tis the season
rather loudly I hear myself exhale
think of goodness
think of ease, think of calm
think of you, and where you might need it
much more than I
stuck in
my
self
look for beautiful things
in the cold and the grey
look for kindness and goodness
and
light
and be grateful
for love
and
for you
… and always you will find it
right
here 💗 🙏