feeling like my space
is decreasing once more
without considering
i haven't brought myself outside
i could hold a dance class
on my balcony if only
it was 15 degrees warmer
yet the only ray of spring
that has touched my face
is the reading-mode yellow
making me forget
to see all the beauty
C could never show me
but my vacation started
it's illegal to work next week
I couldn't clock more hours
to figure out if that's a joke
I'm exchanging my laser focus
for the softest gaze
a poppy seed bun and påskeskum
maybe then I'll remember
what else is out there
Inspiratsiookean 