(P)Roses from the Pandemic 09: Keyboards

i actually had a lot in me, it's not my fault you met me in the middle of the night

a flash of the arctic ocean was needed to feel warmth and comfort

to feel despair, to test what kind spectrum of happiness can exist

to be so indifferent, that vulnerability becomes taboo

does it ever cross your mind that

we aren't that different

we have the same desires

Maybe we shouldn’t teach ourselves how to be happy

Or how to achieve happiness

But how to manage sadness

It is all temporary

we don't need to feel pressed

in hands and in keyboards

in time and in words

in repetition and in music

art belongs to my fingers