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
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
I love you All of you And I can feel You tense now Disbelieving But it’s true All of me loves all of you Not just your Brilliant mind Breathtaking wit Glittering humor Vast kindness Luminous generosity Burning silence The firm line of your jaw Depths of your eyes Curve of your lips Tenderness of
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
It’s just a cat. It’s not. It’s Leroy. It’s a family member. It’s the compassionate friend with the soulful eyes who could never bear anyone suffer. It’s a never ending well of joy. It’s wet nose nudges, head rubs, purrs and shoves. It’s the cat that talked and talked and talked. It’s the cat that
„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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Sometimes I come across something on the internet that makes me think. Like that picture of someone standing still in front of a sort of maschine with many buttons and lamps and the advice to keep your hands in the pocket if you don’t know which button to push. And maybe what started my thoughts
Last night I turned out the light. It was a long way I had walked to get there, full of hope and mistreatment, loyalty and decay. And love. Because in the end it’s all about love. Last night I turned out the light, and today I’m left with a hollowness, a void, an absence. The