Samstag, 15. Juli 2017

I'm here.
On the cold. Pattern floor. Uncarpeted.
And watching the pouring rain outside.
From the inside of the house,
The world seems empty.
Like all people are gone.
I never understood
Why they run from rain.
But I'm neither outside the home.

Dienstag, 4. Juli 2017

Montag, 12. Juni 2017


Some act in such different ways.
We can't explain to ourselves.
Always fighting.
Friends become foes.
Two options we can choose.
To win or to lose.

Donnerstag, 1. Juni 2017

Get lost.

Breathing in.
Breathing out.
Still moving around.
Something is missing.
I can't figure out.
Where's the bearing?
Thinking and thinking.
And sinking ship.

Sonntag, 28. Mai 2017

yesterday evening
you told me
you love me.

not convincing
really confusing

when you now
say to her
you love her
how could it be that love goes,
fades away so easily?