You don’t even belong here.

Through the curtain that I since recently never completely close, shines a glimpse of light. Yesterday the moon shined in, today it’s the sun.With my left arm I open the curtain a bit further, so I can see the Pinus sylvestris tree that is standing in front of my window. Poor tree, you don’t even belong here, crosses my mind.

Outside, the world looks perfectly. What could be wrong, with this world, is what an outsider would probably think. Maybe even I would think the same, if I didn’t knew better.

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