still sitting

Hey trofaste læsere

det her digt jeg skrev for en uges tid siden, jeg sad ved siden at en krage-statue ved siden af kirken ved ravnsbjerg kirken, og så poppede det her digt op i hovedet og jeg skyndte mig derefter hjem og skrev det ned...here you go

I sit
Next to the crow
Listening to the wind
Trying to figure out where it blows

Embraced by silence
In the shadows
I breathe
Tired of chasing illusions
Inside my own head

I know they are all just empty in nature
But still we choose to follow them

Like phantoms chasing water
Without knowing that we are head-deep in it

Sit still
And breathe

- Lasse Petersen