All my life I have felt like a fizzy tablet in a world which felt like an outbursting waterfall.
The question was not was I going to dissolve but when and how many times.
I am sure I have dissolved every other time. But the thought of it, the fear of it, was stronger and it felt like it.
I was so scared I restrained. I was so scared my skin had become a leather thick as an elephant. … More Dissolving Waters
The break up’s longing. The need of saying. Of telling what has been lived. Felt. It doesn’t exist in the relationship. Or so differently. Or so briefly. The heart feels ready to explode every minute. So you kiss. So you embrace. And a few words sometimes fall. … More The unspoken
It can be a word It can be a phrase
I can be a voice It can be a void
And the moment burns into flame
Silent and untouchable
Secret and desirable … More Lovers’ silence
It was a not a big departure. I didn’t go to the other end of the world. To the other end of my country at the most. Yet, I have used every possible mean of transport during this travel. The one that didn’t look like any other I have experienced. The one that contained every one of them I have been through.
It was not a big departure. But it might have been the most beautiful of all? Full of all my previous journey’s melancholy, full of all my unknown promises. … More A soul wave
You are gone
Almost
I don’t know how you breathe
But I know where you think
I don’t know when you dance
But I know who you love … More You are gone now
An existential matter stands out tonight: do you love because you hope? or do you hope because you love?
Which is first? … More Hope is love
Of course I breathe
Of course I am alive
Of course my life keeps going
Winter has turned into spring
Weather has heated up
Shinning
Sky has cleared up
Sparkling … More Breathe
I don’t know when I live
When I live doesn’t bring me back to us anymore
Who then
Will remember us
If even I forget hours and days
If even I erase rendezvous
Who will remember us … More Excluded
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
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 