Secluded

I can’t stand it anymore
To live in between those walls
Where you don’t laugh
To live through those habits
In which you don’t live

I can’t stand it anymore
Those missed encounters
Those missing encounters
Those days and hours
Painful reminder
Of our absence … More Secluded

Frühjahrsmüdigkeit

Spring is blooming and I can only realise I am among those who walk their autumn during spring times. I always thought it was reversed, I surely walk my spring during fall times. I never really thought about it the other way around…. But it does make sense: one can’t go without the other. How could I hope for two springs when everyone else only has one? … More Frühjahrsmüdigkeit

Beginning(s)

life is only a matter of departures partitions abandons

of griefs

more or less tiny more or less real more or less vivid

since even seasons die one after another

eat each other

since even spring

the Earth and Sky’s blossom

is doomed to vanish before summer … More Beginning(s)