Unshaved and absent minded
Local market
His eyes not fixed on anything in particular
…
He knows the books by heart
Cheap and filthy
His lifetime books with yellowish pages he’s selling
…
Trapped in a distant past his mind
Local flea market
Cologne somewhere downtown
…
No more space in the livingroom’s shelves
Cheap and easy
Paying for breakfast and due bills most probably
…
Trapped in the thought my mind
In spite of the spring afternoon
The familiar feeling of having nothing to hold on to
…
Selling my lifetime books
Distant past or future
Lost in thoughts until–
Until your hand dragged me out of my thoughts and the crowd
