….from the corner of Jörn’s kitchen I write into my phone….

….from the corner of Jörn’s kitchen I write into my phone:

And as I am nudged and pulled along to Jörn’s kitchen it seems that is what always happens 

pulled and nudged along and 

always right before landing into a trap 

I always am better on my own I remind myself; the abuse I never needed 

I don’t need anyone 

I am Garbo; don’t I just want to be let alone ….?

mostly 

only, there is a riddle about that which of course I have hidden all through this. it was not put there to be found. rather for me to figure out