future

Listen to a Funk Song ‘Sing A Simple Song’.
Suddenly the word ‘Zimbabwe’ falls and the world widens up like gas that escapes a balloon and spreads out into the atmosphere within seconds. Wooosh. There. A warm feeling of the unknown fulfills me, every single veine.
I would like to take you on a journey, I would like to show you my world. But I fear I have to go alone, I fear I have to let you go and leave us back with a broken heart. It’s just that I feel there is so much more out there that is waiting for me. Not here, not here, that’s for sure, don’t you worry baby. Zimbabwe. A soft Berlin night in which I dreamt of him and felt like a desert that needs rain. You are like a garden to me, you are my water and my rain and my all and one in this eternity of this now. But I feel like a bird that needs to leave in wintertime, I feel already how future will call me on her wings some day and take me on a long journey far away. And I am not sure whether you will fit onto her back with me. I don’t know and I don’t want to know whether or not you gonna hold my hand when I stand in awe in the middle of Zimbabwian desert.
Ah, life, what are you doing to me???