Coma - Parapet

Dogs are howling
I’m sitting on a window sill
Streets hang awkwardly with this rough pavement down there
Snow on a left
Cause it was always here
On a border of a neighborhood, from a field
From East it winds
Dogs are howling
To my thoughts
About this walk in forest, that did not happen in the end
Cause autumn...
And now winter
And they are howling to my close ones
It’s less and less of them, and they are dying
They disappear in cities
As far away as mine
Or rather they don’t exist at all anymore
And if, I don’t know
I’ve changed my phone...
I don’t call
I’m sitting and waving my legs
From the sixth it is a circus trick and unstable
Window frame holds my hands
And my hands hold me yet
Otherwise I would definitely get lost
And I would get lost in that snow I would get lost
Over the fields going against that current
Against this snow blown
By the wind or by the howling
How good it would be for me to slowly fall down
Far away from home, from the window
On the tress..
On the road...
On July...
On the middle of a fresh month, where
Worries do not bite, do not push
All around no one and hot weather
That would change hair into gold
Forget that winter and scrunches
That howling gets thru walls
And to feel this silence on myself
And to feed on this silence
And to feel this silence on myself
And to feed on this silence...