Eyes ripped into this face
giving away darkness.
Something‘s hiding deep inside,
not wanting to be seen,
but still waiting for eyes, for thoughts to be gentle.
You let me look into it,
You let me explore them,
and I wanted to reach out to them,
and put my hands, my lips, my words onto wherever
your soul was leaking out.
Why rush onto you?
Fragile, sweet and precious you?
I can‘t risk to lose you,
so I‘ll wait until tomorrow and inhale the thought of you.
I wanted to show you mine.
My darkness,
my knowing and feeling of these things,
I wanted to feel your eyes,
your thoughts.
But tomorrow never came.
There are these words that never got out, that are still stuck inside. Shrinking the throat into a sore hell, suffocating the remains. There are these words that never were answered, but needed to be.
Wanting you.
Keeping the fear away.
Never worrying about tomorrow.
Tomorrow never came.
There never even was a tomorrow.
The latest Dystopia confusion – or what vaccines, glasses, and sunscreen suddenly have in common.
Confusion is one of the most important aspects of Dystopia. It’s this state of the world that keeps burning into the skin like a nervous flickering – and suddenly you’ve bought frog legs from the weirdo at the end of the road, while your neighbour was hanged for a miscarriage 20 years ago. Let’s name…
Keeping the connection – About taking the next step
I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…
Of memories and ashes
Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWe…
Mistress witch writes 