Sunday night ramblings

wandering neone
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

Sunday night, 2 am,

Chet Baker trough the speakers,

Can’t sleep, and I don’t know if it’s the blues or jazz,

but I’m almost blue…


realizing I just can’t relax no more, not like in the early days,

nostalgia bites my tail, resulting in either a depressive state,

old friends pass the revenue, the good old times are way past due

when you have got no one to call to…


or some revived sense, of molding another branch on your tree,

art, work can be an escape too, imagine that, an unemployed workaholic,

working his way trough …


It’s the end of the road, somewhat,

some say, for mankind even,

out of the blue I started to recognize, see,

I simply can’t comply to the business as usual,

simply because I can not participate into self destructive behavior,

not on that scale …


So I guess it’s time to ditch the car, and start some hiking into the wilderness,

finding new grounds,

and off I go, into unexplored land,

recognizing the road kept me from going to this place before,

and out of that depressive state, a new fountain of light appears,

new ideas, out of the question: So what now?

I have been here before,

in the Orm …orming my way trough


(and out came new design and art ideas, streaming trough like an uncontrollable force …’ramen to that :)

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