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 […]
Who would have thought that it’s not the amount of time you spent together that matters in the end? The bleeding heart knows. At least mine does. Since early childhood death is a constant companion in my life. I’ve lost all the family I ever had to it. And I know no matter how tenacious
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
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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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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I’m sure it happened to you that someone pulled that disappearing act on you and left you wondering what happened and why for the rest of your life. It happened to me. More than once. I don’t know about you but I puzzle and then move on. But my thoughts go back to it every
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
The void. The void … left. How to let go of a void? A riddle I can’t solve. Stranded. Wrecked. On a remote island far from any ship route. If … won’t come back to save me, I’m lost forever. In …’s eyes. …’s eyes. Captured me. Took a hold of me. Let to all
There is no place like the desert. It is the one place where you can’t escape your own truths. Where your beliefs are tested, your concepts are tried, and your convictions might be overruled. You come face to face with who you really are. It’s also the place where I just had to admit that
Und dann in der Nacht mal wieder ein Bild, das auf einer Welle aus Energie zu mir kommt, sie erscheinen lässt in gleißendem Licht. Erst stand sie einfach nur stumm vor mir mit diesem unentzifferbaren Blick. Ich habe einen langen Umhang gewoben, außen ein Wollmantel, schwarz und undurchdringlich für Wind und Wetter, das Futter
Is intuition more than a gut feeling? Is it our inner voice of wisdom? And if so why don’t we always follow it? Why is it so easy for others to feed us doubt? I don’t know about you but I tend to approach life with a sort of scientist’s point of view. I need