all is calm, all is bright, all is perfect in our little snowglobe.
suddenly, life shakes us, we tremble knowing wat comes next.
everything inside is so tiny and peaceful and solid.
but it is shaken still.
twisting and turning,
our world comes tumbling over our heads lifting up all emotions,
uprooting all our senses.
slowly,
lovingly,
we get back to the peacefulness of our globe bringing back all the chaos into order again.
we live in peace now.
we dread the next tremor.
we love our little snowglobe.
we use superglue for our furntiture.