Small and delicate.
It is enough;
Expansive feeling, joyful, full of atmosphere.
My space, my outspread is taken from me.
Anger about it, but I don`t speak it out.
Want to put me in the foreground.
Flowers are pitted – the feeling is the same.
The blooms drift apart, disillusioned.
Quit it, want to be left alone.
Discontent, it is to much now.
Energy: tired; no more vigour.