Appendix - EF

Three persons have occupied certain

Slots of my mind for some time now

Some times my stomach hurts I want them to disappear

Or at least move on to the not so present slots

Oh my body is so so empty

My heart is drained of all it's contents

Woke up to early this time

It's finally Winter

But no snow I can't even touch my heart

Let go of all the restrictions

Empty catering lounge in the George Orwell building

Let go of all restrictions

Finally Winter outside

To suit the Winter inside

It's all a blur to me

A blur to me

It's the feeling that conquers