Autoren-Archive: Makoto Makabe

Mintgreen, patina.
Sapporo, a rainy day.
Coffee and something.

You‘re turning around.
It‘s about time, we‘d better…
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Open the window.
Wired glass, a rasterized view.
Still vision is blurred.

Where does this path lead?
The sign is new the fence old.
Paradox in blue.

Who is taking care?
The gardener passed away.
The standing nation.

The third position:
Risk of getting lost in space.
Gravitation waves.

Take the steps upstairs.
What is there to be unfold?
My achilles heel.

Feeling incomplete?
You’re perfect the way you are.
You are not alone!

The vision is blurred,
Out of focus, out of time.
The alarm went off.

I put myself in
Boxes of expectations;
Then the dew calls me.

Ich ziehe es an:
Korsett von Erwartungen.
Dann ruft mich der Tau