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