MatsHolmberg

a familiar and friendly voice calling me through the clawing fog “come back!”, “come home!” but I have no idea which way to go how to find a path through this perplexing maze am I still lost? or am I finally headed home?

I once used to belong knew who I was firmly rooted in green now wherever I look everything seems dead or dying a strange ash covering everything tasting bitter and dry is it me, this barren nothingness?

tiresome old themes everywhere both familiar and oddly strange reeking of stuffy ancient cabinets full of angry stares full of anguish full of guilt full of mourning screaming for a sea of tears that refuses to arrive