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 its 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.

It's finally winter, but no snow
Silk around the heart
Let go of all restrictions