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 […]
You’re the end of me and my beginning You’re my past, my future, my present The breath that fills my lungs The blood that floods my veins The tears that drown my heart The light that dances in my eyes You’re my all, my nothing My heart, my mind, my soul You’re all I am
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 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
Love is a losing game. As fragile and hurt Amy Winehouse sang this song, as much truth did she transport with it. All too often a love story is less Hollywood and more opera. No happy endings and walking into the sunset on a beautiful beach but hearts broken, sometimes even lives destroyed. It’s La
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
Here I am on this remote island in a sleepy little fisherman’s village. When I arrived it was already evening and the first thing that greeted me when I took a stroll on the beach was a shooting star. I took that for a good sign. The small hotel is everything you could ask
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
„What?“, I can almost hear you think, „when being published becomes heartbreak? Are you crazy? Whatever you’ve taken, it can’t be good.“ I have taken nothing. But yes, it’s not good. And I know it sounds absurd. But here are the facts: I’m an unknown writer with a literary agent who has to quit her