unlit matches

as time goes on

there are days
where i wish
i could blend into the wallpaper,
floor, ceiling...

into the abyss.

camouflage my being,
muscles frozen in marble solace

- the wish to barely exist.

and, of course, there are days
where to live is a rare gift,

my soul catching alight
at the minuscule meanderings of life.

the beauty of hot tea
amid a storm's affair,

reading in a cosy nook
about adventures way out there.

so when the grey of existence
starts to get weary
and it takes every ounce
of strength to go on,

we can try to relive
the memories
of fresh baked cookies
and flower packed meadows...

maybe that could be

enough.