Better be safe than sorry – that’s the best headline I can give to my latest trip. In fact, more a motto. Though this was never intended the trip brought me to some of my limits. And while I certainly don’t need that kind of experience again I’m grateful I had it as it told […]
„Don’t say what you don’t mean“, my mother told me, „and always be honest.“ The one time I lied to her was when a girl from school had asked me to come over before class, and I was fairly sure my mother would not allow it. I was seven years old and told my mother
I’ve always loved to travel. I guess it’s in my blood. There must be a gene that links me to the Berber. It probably runs in the family as my sister and her kids have it too, this need to leave and to go out into the world, to see with our own eyes and
I should be happy. I should feel great. I should look into a pink and purple future with eyes wide open and glowing with excitement. I’m not. So, what went wrong? After hearing from agents and publishers one time too many that my writing is beautiful, the talent clearly there, the handiwork elaborated but, unfortunately,
Here I am, in this rather unfamiliar place. I’ve come this far and now I stand at the age of the cliff blindfolded and don’t know if I’m able to jump. All of a sudden I lost my selfconfidence. All these years that I’ve worked and learned and strived to become the writer I yesterday
A place for desire, an object of longing, a thing that symbolizes what you wish for – don’t we all have that? Some keep it a secret while some of us may talk about it so much that others tire of it. But somewhere deep in our hearts I’m sure it lives within each of
You are either wolf or sheep. Did anyone ever tell you that? Did it make you wonder which side you’re on? Were you unable to decide, not finding yourself in those categories? What does it mean anyway? That we are either predator or prey? As if there’s only good and evil, black and white? I,
So entangled And bound Under water Not drowned Cut to pieces And frayed So dissolved In the haze Broken mirrored Colored shards Lost the heart Swimming with sharks Bites of love Acid tears Wear your name In my scars Broken soul Floats in sand Grab my future With bare hands You are gold In my
How far would you go for what you believe is your huge happiness? For who you believe is that missing part of you? For the one and only? Would you kill, steal, beg and lie? Would you say „to hell with all consequence“? Would you listen to your heart even if all common sense and
I might never write one word of fiction again. I thought so. I was convinced for days. Now, I looked at my hurt, smelled and tasted it. It’s a dish I can’t find a real appetite for. I may be at the end of my rope but that means there is still rope.
I might never again write any word of fiction. I deeply love words, to put them together, shuffle them around, polish, make them glow and shine. I love to tell stories, to create characters, to live with them, to see them evolve and then give them the freedom to leave me and wander off to
Swallowed by your eyes I’m drowned In your blood I am kept I’m chained I’m lost In that vastness Of you I may thrash I may run I may scream Or stand still You won’t let go Without Holding me I’m not heard I’m not seen I’m that ghost There within So devoured