That’s ok,
That’s ok, as it is.
I’m fine like this
without wanting to go anywhere,
that’s okay,
accepting and embracing
all my strengths and weaknesses.
That’s okay,
that I want her as a friend,
as a girlfriend,
I would also like to have sex with her,
I would still like to have something to do with her
of this … nothingness.
It’s ok …
that’s okay,
without any,
without anyone.
I’m fine,
I no longer feel the craving
the urge to find love,
to screw,
to escape,
to find a place, a job.
My legs,
they are fine, exactly where they are.
Okay so …
I will be what I want to be,
I will take the risks I have to take …
Who knows, maybe this is Shibumi.
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