Dunkel alles, ich nur suchender Nomade,
scheinbar köntte ich die stete Zeit gefrieren.

Dear John,
do you know the feelings I mentioned in the "sunday to monday"-poem? I wrote "the person in my arm is miles away", but of course it is nevertheless some consolation to have you with me. It's a sad thing to sleep alone. Like Qohelet said: if two sleep together, one makes the other warm; one alone - how should he get warm? (it is Qohelet 4, 11, if you want to read it)

Yours,
Sofia