Donnerstag, 29. Juli 2010
Dienstag, 20. Juli 2010
Freitag, 16. Juli 2010
Being at ease...
I'm walking.
As soon as my feet get itchy, I feel the urge to put on my shoes and leave the roof over my head behind.
I walk for hours. Always hoping not to run across anyone I might know.
Because when I walk, I appreciate the solitude.
I'm walking. Again.
My legs move fast; they are strong. I'm thankful for that, because they carry me wherever I want to go.
I walk for days. Breathing in the fresh air and feeling how the gentle wind brushes against my cheeks.
When I walk, I'm down to earth.
I'm walking. Restless.
My bones never become tired. Energy is literally flowing through my body.
I walk forever. From time to time I stop, stand still and close my eyes... Free from all worries.
Because out there is where God exists.
And suddenly I realize: I'm alive.
Dienstag, 13. Juli 2010
All these unsaid words
Far away. Far away from home.
No sadness. Not even a little bit.
It feels good to be in such a strange place.
In a big city. Where nobody knows me.
Anonymity.
I leave my apartment before sunrise.
And only get back after the sun has set.
Winter. A depressive season.
But I feel as usual.
It will be christmas soon.
I sometimes miss the snow. And my family.
Be tough. Never complain.
I like to be alone. All by myself.
There's no explanation.
From time to time I meet people just like me.
People that appreciate the silence. People that don't speak too often.
We're keeping to ourselves.
Love. Are there words to describe this feeling? Not really.
I love quietly; but often. Actually, all the time.
It's hard for me to express my love though.
And so I turn away again.
Stay on my own and hope that one day I will find the courage to confess.
And that it is not too late by then.
Dedicated to everybody out there who has ever truly loved someone. There are only few; but you are the world's last hope.
(Berlin, december 2009)
No sadness. Not even a little bit.
It feels good to be in such a strange place.
In a big city. Where nobody knows me.
Anonymity.
I leave my apartment before sunrise.
And only get back after the sun has set.
Winter. A depressive season.
But I feel as usual.
It will be christmas soon.
I sometimes miss the snow. And my family.
Be tough. Never complain.
I like to be alone. All by myself.
There's no explanation.
From time to time I meet people just like me.
People that appreciate the silence. People that don't speak too often.
We're keeping to ourselves.
Love. Are there words to describe this feeling? Not really.
I love quietly; but often. Actually, all the time.
It's hard for me to express my love though.
And so I turn away again.Stay on my own and hope that one day I will find the courage to confess.
And that it is not too late by then.
Dedicated to everybody out there who has ever truly loved someone. There are only few; but you are the world's last hope.
(Berlin, december 2009)
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