Looking Death in the Eye

Death is part of life. Maybe the part we fear the most. So, what happens to us when we can’t ignore its existence anymore? When we have to deal with losing a loved one? When it’s our own mother and death bares its teeth, letting us know „you’re next in line“? How can we cope?

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The Fields of My Heart

Twenty one grams of soul Red dripping icebergs Drifting Through the empty streets of my life Lingering memories Are silently starring passengers In the vessel Sailing across the fields of my heart The sounds of the quiet A colorful cloak Knitted To insulate me from my feelings Loose golden chains Shattered across Binding My world

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The Heart

Walk through the fires Yet I survive somehow Been torn apart Scattered pieces of me everywhere And the scratches and scars Might never heal But beneath the blood They might start to fade Have so much to loose Besides my shattered faith May learn who to love And what to let go Might not get

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Into the Deep (of Emotions)

With half of my life behind me, or even a bit more, I may be old or old-fashioned or just too old to understand. To me it seems some things got lost, things I remember to have been natural. While relationships have never been easy, I wonder haven’t we been more outspoken? In Berlin it’s

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When the Soul Grows a Room

What is it that makes us like someone or not? Fall in love? Get along? I often hear people say it takes time, the time to get to know each other as well as common interests. Sounds reasonable. But then… Last night I dreamed of Kate. In my dream I came back to her Upper

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