you who are always falling asleep,
never awake (never there)
when i need you.
it is always worse
to cry in secret,
letting people assume
that everything is perfectly normal.

and nothig is the way it should be,
everytime someone can dare to make a wish
it is uprooted
and broken before them
like a dead little bonsai.

we are the dead trees
and there is nothing ahead of us
but 6 more weeks of winter.