‘Oh,’ He said ‘let me, let me dwell on my melancholy hill. Those blue whistling winds of past times, they feel like a warm aching bath in the vastness of the ocean.’ His voice calmed a bit as his eyes wandered with a hollow view towards the half wilted flowers on the table. ‘Whenever I dip my head under the waters I can hear forgotten voices, while the salty sea embraces old, half scarred wounds but also soothes my mind.’ He raised his view and said in a more insisting tone. ‘Oh yes!’ To be sure these waters can be stormy and treacherous, and if you don’t know how to sail or let alone swim, it will drag you down into the abyss.’ Suddenly a gentle smile began to cover his lips as he continued: ‘But, if you manage to stay on the surface, you might be able to hear those glistening melodies, guiding you towards the Islands of the pleasures of life.’ Read More »

Slow, slow me down
I thought I'll do...
Lungs are damaged
Breathing hurts too much
Human existence
Sucked me
I'm crying
You and I are flesh and blood
You...
You make these insides
Slow me, I'm dying

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The Soft Moon - Insides

‘Iris,’ he said to her, ‘dear Iris, if only the world were differently arranged! If nothing at all existed but your beautiful gentle world of flowers, thoughts, and music, then I too would wish for nothing at all but to spend my whole life with you, to hear your stories and to share in your thoughts. Your very name does me good. Iris is a wonderful name, and I have no idea what it reminds me of.’

‘But you do know,’ she said, ‘that the blue and yellow sword lilies are called that.’

‘Yes,’ he replied with an uneasy feeling. ‘I know it very well and that in itself is beautiful. But always when I pronounce your name it seems to remind me of something else, I don‘t know what, as though it were connected with some very deep, distant, important memories, and yet I don’t know what they might be and cannot seem to find out.’ Read More »

Yesterday on my walk through the city a woman drove past me on her bike with her little boy in his child's seat. Right in front of them an earthy way with a lot of huge puddles of water and mud - unavoidable to drive past them. She looked on the way, and said in a dry tone to her son: “Well this is going to be the best ride for you and the worst for everyone else.”

If you are waiting for time to pass by

you end up with having none left.