Think you know me and be wrong a million times. That’s what I’d want to tell you. And of the beauty when it all comes crashing down on me. Of moments in the shadows so vulnerably sheltered. Of all the times I watched you walk away. Just walk away. If I could I’d tell you […]
So much left unsaid in this story that never was, the life, the love unlived. All those things I should never have said. All those things I almost said and then didn’t. All the mistakes, misunderstandings, misleadings, misplacements, mis… All that was missed. Is missed. Will forever be missed. The opportunity that wasn’t sized. The
Why does it sometimes take so long before we see? Before we understand? Before our delusions are eaten by disillusionment? And how come we fall so fast and deep for illusion in the beginning? A lingering gaze, a few words spoken, a certain energy sparking between two persons, a handshake, locked eyes for that second
In this fast paced world full of people, buildings, technology I had lost pace. I had lost count. I had lost most of what I ever had. But most of all I had lost myself. I was exhausted, worn out. I needed a way back to myself. And I found that in a place I
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You can’t edit a blank page. But that’s what happens when someone pulls that disappearing act on us, we’re left with a blank page. It’s the same with someone who simply goes silent on you. Someone you share a story with in which the end isn’t written and will never be. Someone who decided to
„Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true or is it something worse…“ I remember listening to Bruce Springsteen’s song The River for the first time and this line stuck. It was October 1980, I was 14 years old and really into puzzling about the meaning of life. This line stuck, it sort
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Let’s stir a little truth into the soup because I’m sick and tired of all this pretending and especially the Janus heads. I think it’s time to grab truth with bare hands and shove it into the spotlight. It’s been more than six years now that I use social media on a regular basis. And
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I still remember that one scene in „As Good as It Gets“ in which Jack Nicholson said „in the long run I’m irresistable“. I remember how I was stunned and laughed at the same moment. And how I thought that this might be the best statement I ever heard. Nicholson was playing the misanthropic author
There is no veracity without facing what tortures the soul just as there is no light without darkness. Try it, shine a light on whatever you like, and it will cast a shadow and so make you aware of the dark. I know it is not comfortable to look at the dark but yet, every
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Can any noise be as loud as silence? This hollow gap screaming to be filled, the static ringing in our ears, the expectation knocking at our door, the echo of fear marching in our soul? Unforgivingly sharp, silence speaks the truth. Sometimes it does it loud and clear but not always. It may come in
I’m Ms. not-perfect, a misfit, a rebel with a cause. I grew up to the sermon “you’ll never get anywhere, you’re no good, you won’t achieve a thing”. It took me half a life to understand that these words repeatedly spoken by my father were rooted in his own sad and punishing feeling of inadequacy,
In times of trouble and hurt sleep is a promise. But with a heart that is broken sleep is the friend who drops by but has to run soon again. I sleep. And when I do there are no dreams. Nothing to soothe me, nothing to haunt me. But I surface too soon as if