Appendix

Three persons have occupied certain slots of my mind for some time now

Sometimes my stomach hurts

I want them to disappear

Or at least move on to the not so present slots

Oh, my body is so, so empty

My heart has drained of all its competence

Woke up too early this time

It's finally winter, but no snow

And I can't even touch my heart

Let go of all restrictions

Empty catering lounge and a building

Let go of all restrictions

Finally winter outside

Sick of winter inside

It's all a blur to me, a blur to me

It's filled out, conquered,Eller

It's finally winter, but no snow

Silk around the heart

Let go of all restrictions