your precautions are deliberate and i know you got your reasons.

this is a brutal collision between fantasy and reality. sometimes i think i have been like this already as a child. your eyes scrutinizing and gauging: you understand. sometimes paths diverge but then they merge again and i feel safe in the space you stake out for me. when you stake it out for me. sometimes i fall apart, my mind takes a life of its own and i have to submerge and recreate the situation: you understand. your gaze is haunting my waking memories. the way you carefully pronounced these words, giving your insights shape and form. do you hear me? or are you caught entirely in your web of sensations? sometimes we break through and there we are, flaming into the sky.

yes i love you

there is a magnitude of impossibilities,

but i know love when i feel it

i am not saying that
there need to be any relational consequences
most probably i am rather afraid of those
but.

a strange dream about my father
there is disappointment and divide
a sense of new-found family instead with my friends
other men who
assume important positions
in this my life.
how can i untangle this net?
how can i relate to you without
defending and defying

and this huge longing
to find shelter
in arms
not yours

dear dad
i am floating away.
my ties to you lessen every day
it is a liberating feeling
i can appreciate your work
more and more
the less i feel
attached to you

dear dad
i am floating away
i find solace and comfort in the arms
of other men
men who are not you
men who have the advantage
that they can see me with eyes
that you could never see me with

dear dad
i know that you hope the best for me
i am going my own ways now
i appreciate your concern
and your advice
and your love

but i am not your little daughter anymore

some things just don´t work
and it´s too bad that i want some of you
but not all of it
and i guess it is just fair
that you would withdraw yourself
from this dangerous
situation

I don´t understand it

Glued I am to this little window
into another world

yet inside
inside
there are so many answers

they are all one

nobody will ever know

but it doesn´t matter you stumble
and you may fall
there are many ways to fail
i feel sufficiently ridiculous
admitted
upside down
frowning at my own rules and insights
that rid me of intimacy
so i sit and stare into this screen
trying to catch some of this warm room
trying to be now and not yesterday
the real things that mattered are long gone
little things suffice now
to make me sad

it´s not getting any better. just more distant but like a planet circeling around a star it keeps coming back in cycles...

so mars volta is playing my mind and i am more than just a little confused.

there is too much going on here and i am still too little focussed on tasks at hand....
my emotional body is overwhelming me once more.
i seek refuge in corners i never meant to look at
in corners of my mind that were meant to be shut tight

night lingers on and on

where are you night-lovers
where are you fire flies
where are you all

when the melancholy comes back I occasionally think of us.
all in all it is way better now though
the tree in the backyard speaks in silence.
there is no death.
your yearning is aimed into the cold dark
stars have lost their anonymity
i wish i could forget
how i wish i could forget

new old friends i meet
i have always alredy loved them
first you get older
then you regret
but there is hope at the horizons
lets make this reality.
lets make it rock

it is impossible, of course, but it happens nevertheless. you look at me, shaking your head, saying, Emeralda, if i was only a bit younger, I would come with you.... your eyes meet mine and we both know it is true and i smile, with a tinge of regret and agree. I know I say, I know.
it seems such a great divide, and so many possibilities too, what that all could mean. in the end it will be what we make it.
as you say goodbye your hand holds my smaller back and i feel like falling through soft clouds. the quality of our encounters has changed since the last time you say and i struggle for words to explain that they have always been as wonderful for me...but you say, I like the way it changed and again I can´t help but just nod my head smiling, agreeing with you. my heart jumps every time i see you. i am so glad to see you. whatever it is, i am so glad to know you this time.

So it is.
Breaths drawn very long. A reply. A reply that wasn´t anticipated even.
Of course you had to, not because you are nice, which I know you are, but because you need me. You need me to now think about you again. To have that somewhere in the back of your mind. Because you know that´s how you´d get me every time. And I´d be there for you. Always.
This is the reverse. The reverse love letter that I could write. The other side. There is nothing particularly spectacular about this story. Nothing obscure. It is very plain and simple: Energy lasts that long. It´s good to have a back up. It´s good to anchor in hearts, even if the sea is calm.
There is no way I can imagine you with her really. I never really could. There is nothing inside me that doubts that our love was real. In a way, that nothing else could ever be true.

in the hide

with some sort of fascination i look at these pictures, my long hair, the shaved off corner at the side of my head, the singing, the smiles, the frustration, the broken feathers and the blue wall.
how different that all was.
how innocent.
and i thought i had somewhat grown up until i found myself in this situation
hanging somewhere midfall
trying to figure out what happened.

and then PJ Harvey comes back into my life with White Chalk
and the piano
and dawn that ushers my dreams to sleep
lullabies unspoken
uncried tears
fears that sleep
and joy that comes bubbeling

o God I miss you
oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you..
oh God I miss you

my love getting married is making me happy inside
if I knew that there is really an after life
I might be happy for you as well
it s possible that I am

nobody is listening
nobody is listening
nobody is listening
nobody is listening
nobody is listening
o God i miss you
oh God I miss you
Oh God I Miss You

Oh God I miss You.

hard to reach across
we are all carrying our own loads
and I wish I knew how to gain strength
I guess it's just a matter of time
until i can speak again.

It's not like what he has seen
people dying
thousands
and maybe some fallen
by his hand

his teeth were crushing
making sounds like frogs
but he was no prince
just a broken artist
with a limping soul

Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you.
Oh God I miss you

I know that I want to paint again
just so i can cry from the inside out
let color mingle
with what this is all about

but until then
i might just continue
hiding
here

Nobody is listening
nobody is listening
nobody is listening
nobody is listening

nobody is listening

o god i miss you
o god i miss you
o god i miss you
o god i miss you
o god i miss you