Recently, at night, we travelled together, by train. Before, we had been where the the waters are, the wide spaces, the ocean, the river. We crossed old, abonded bridges, which seemed to be out of use, uncertain, wher they led. Sometimes, we couldn’t get any further, because everywhere was just water. Then we looked for another way.
Later, in the train, we were the only travellers. You told me about the impossibilities. Showed me, where I would loose or wouldn’t get any further. Told me, I should be aware of this.
You showed your time to me and your sadness.
I already recognized this. I’ve known it immediatly.
But it is not my thoughts to decide this.
Because I walk where I walk.
I sit
beside you
and I hear you.
If I like it
or not.
I like it.

Then I woke up. Friends you dreamt of, you should call in the morning.
What if you dreamt of a foreigner?