If suddenly

Dedicated to some of you, not all (of you). One should never strive to an indigestion.

Thought.

An unannounced thunderstorm

as a dash of sun

in the darkest of the night.

Thát unexpected!

Delusions?

Or not?

World-weariness served

on a dinner plate at breakfast

and again at lunch and

when you suspect to get

it again on the appropriate time

you are vainly trying to eat soup

out of a black hole.

One wants to be kind and tender;

extreme endearment in a hatred

landscape as if dying means bursting

the blue sky.

Look into the deep of mirroring water

with moonlight and find your soul as dark

as your thoughts.

No more, balance between sunny landscapes

and, gray penciled skies,

Anxiously looking hands

and a

fearfully thinking mind

in search for charcoal.

Colors stop to be colors without light.

Thoughts are on halt without oxygen.

Minds shrink in absence of love.

Warmth and cold are suddenly without temperature.  

And

if, if

suddenly?