I spend the day lazing around,
in the sun meditating
on a beach rock from which you can see far to the horizon
I write, I write down my thoughts
I tear off a page of the diary
I fold the bottle in
I put the cap on
I throw it to the waves,
maybe someone will still read it.
I write letters that
never reach
I write letters that
I address to strangers
I'm looking, I'm looking, but I can't seem to find
not a single mistake about this summer day
I write down the following
today here everything is fine
tomorrow maybe different
healthy happy people
there where does the current carry the message:
no need to come pick me up
I write letters that...

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