Never is anyone to live my life.
See, I'm afraid. It's about loyality.
Royality of the heart.
'Take a chance with me. She is going to sing it - You'll find peace with me. You're my remedy. 07.'
Friends, dropping, Never wanted to drop anybody. Hovering above life like a hawk, ready to attack, obsessing, yet just observing though.
Never wanted to be disloyal to you. What are you doing to me.
But it's about finding out the truth about who you are and your friends.
Who they really are.
Who really is your friend.
Who you can really be friend to.
Passing dreams.
Fleeting, fleeting only and always, eternally. Never can anyone be me.
I gotta take it on or else I should fail. Or prosper, due to sheer will.
What you really want, what you really will be.
be, be, be, be. Is it,
is it, is it really me?
Travelling solely. Through and through and through and through.
Showing posts with label Berlin Posts. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Berlin 2005
slowly i crush the cigarette in the ashtray and pour some wine to kill the scratching feeling. the wine tastes sweet, almost as sweet like grapes. they always had good wine here. it gently pulls a veil of floating swiftness over you, there you hang in the balance, there you are in limbo.
there is fog in the backyard and swathes of thoughts waft through the old apple trees.
it is as if life swirls my soul around like the wind plays with harvest leaves, falling down, but slowly, slowly, hesitating, unsettled and precarious as where to let them fall down. they will fall softly, softly, and they will hardly know that they finally touched ground. but i know how it will feel like. they will exit the world of movement, of life, they will be pinned to the ground by rain, tightened to the wet, dark earth by the very force of gravity. there will be no movement, stillness, quietness, thats when everything else ceases to be and you feel your own weight and it s death, death, no breathing, no floating, no hurting, only deep deep heaviness, undecipherableness. there won't be any measures anymore to measure pain, happiness, feelings, thoughts, everything will be pinned down to one point and perspectives will vanish into the thin grey november evenings
once i heard somebody say that the only force that powers down gravity is love.
love.
love.
inhale
exhale
inhale
exhale
inhale
exhale
inhale
exhale
I leave some wine in the glass. Just in case
there is fog in the backyard and swathes of thoughts waft through the old apple trees.
it is as if life swirls my soul around like the wind plays with harvest leaves, falling down, but slowly, slowly, hesitating, unsettled and precarious as where to let them fall down. they will fall softly, softly, and they will hardly know that they finally touched ground. but i know how it will feel like. they will exit the world of movement, of life, they will be pinned to the ground by rain, tightened to the wet, dark earth by the very force of gravity. there will be no movement, stillness, quietness, thats when everything else ceases to be and you feel your own weight and it s death, death, no breathing, no floating, no hurting, only deep deep heaviness, undecipherableness. there won't be any measures anymore to measure pain, happiness, feelings, thoughts, everything will be pinned down to one point and perspectives will vanish into the thin grey november evenings
once i heard somebody say that the only force that powers down gravity is love.
love.
love.
inhale
exhale
inhale
exhale
inhale
exhale
inhale
exhale
I leave some wine in the glass. Just in case
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