Forgotten look

I have the man, the spider man I called

to itself so carefully moved, reacts, hardly speaks,

with all the other running pictures

exiles.

Not to extinguish him totally from all my thoughts, my senses.

To see forwards, to be able to do generally it, I must learn how it is without being the forever same enthusiasm. How it is if apparently ordinary becomes interesting again.

I start to forget to make my life more exciting, it is no crime film and should become nobody.

What I forgot before, I discover anew, feel. Yes, how, how I feel then?

I freeze even if to me would have to be warm, is it so difficult to let go?