Say it or chocolate
I enjoyed my last days without problems, without heavy thoughts. My parents have gone off to Italy today, together with my brother and his girlfriend (I was shocked when I saw her on a picture my father sent me, she …
Category: reality
Harsh – Rough – Demanding. That’s our idea of reality, apart from transition, but what is it in truth?
Apocalypse of the individual
The first night in my own bed was just as usual. Maximum eight hours sleep and up from 5 in the morning I was only in some meditative state. Well, my trip. It can be well described with one lovely …
Friday morning thoughts
Somewhere out there is Orchis Italica, the naked man Orchid. A few more minutes before getting up. I have packed already for tomorrow and will do the rest tonight. Ah, and before you begin your day too quickly…take a look …
The hard way
My thoughts are strangely focused in the morning…and on the bus ride back home they are all muddled up…specially when I have no journal with me. A rare occasion indeed, yet yesterday my water bottle had the idea to flood …
Inhalation
A new friend by my bed Watching ”Jersey Girl” made me understand two vital things about myself:1. I am never going to die in child birth. 2. I began to dislike male actors with an American accent, specially when they …
Sudden changes are just not my thing
Fireworks naturally scare me, except for the colour. However, their sound is rather pointless. But I did enjoy the colour play on last night’s sky, especially the moment when enough smoke was in the air for the clouds to look …
Fall in love…today…with me
Ah, what can I say to you, world? It is a sunny day, indeed. I feel jolly because of the heavy yellow crescent moon I saw yesterday evening. One may dare say it is a day precious enough to fall …
Hot summer night
Ah….satisfying….today
I slept until 11:14…finished my writing and then did some reading…occasionally books are enlightening…the book I read lately is…it gives me strength and…..believe it or not…it even explained why I was so terribly shocked by the idea of a probable …
What it means…
Isn’t it strange how the big ideas are triggered by…simple things. While writing an email to a befriended musician in New York I realized…what poetry is to me. After they denied me permission at music school in Wernigerode (still a …