
From down here
those guardrails look nice
luckily
down here
I can't fall far

From down here
those guardrails look nice
luckily
down here
I can't fall far

I love standing in the middle of a crossroad
when it is quiet

5 Psychological Explanation for This. – Tracing something unknown back to something known gives relief, soothes, satisfies, and furthermore gives a feeling of power. The unknown brings with it danger, disquiet, worry – one’s first instinct is to get rid of these awkward conditions. First principle: any explanation is better than none. Because it is basically just a question of wanting to get rid of oppressive ideas, we are not exactly strict with the means we employ to get rid of them: the first idea which can explain the unknown as known feels so good that it is ‘held to be true’. Proof of pleasure (‘strength’) as criterion of truth. – The causal drive is therefore determined and stimulated by the feeling of fear. The ‘why?’ is intended, if at all possible, not so much to yield the cause in its own right as rather a kind of cause-a soothing, liberating, relief-giving cause. The fact that something already known, experienced, inscribed in the memory is established as a cause, is the first consequence of this need. The new, the unexperienced, the alien is ruled out as a cause. So it is not just a kind of explanation which is sought as cause, but a select and privileged kind of explanation, the kind which has allowed the feeling of the alien, new, unexperienced to be dispelled most quickly and most often – the most usual explanations.-Result: one way of positing causes becomes increasingly prevalent, is concentrated into a system and ultimately emerges as dominant, i.e. simply ruling out other causes and explanations.-The banker’s first thoughts are of ‘business’, the Christian’s of ‘sin’, the girl’s of her love.

In life you sometimes feel like
falling
with no ground
underneath
you don’t tumble
just endlessly
it always seems
you pick up
where it ended
somewhere in thin air
some last time

We move in particular ways
just so we can ignore
what is just
out of the frame

Sometimes you don’t know what lifts you up
other times you don’t know who you lift up
most of the time we lift nothing

When I feel
looking back
I open a window
to inside
where memories linger
to let some fresh air in
hoping to be at least
reused

There are so many windows to look through
my window

I have to go somewhere
one of two ways
one more light with reminders
one more dark
hidden reminders
remembering
such a human thing
no matter where
you go

I have to vent
but have to grow higher and higher
as not to smoke you out
but just take your sun away

Small minds are hard to crush
by walking over them
and don’t talk louder
but smaller

We appreciate symmetry
even when we are alone
we appreciate the loneliness
we also feel inside

I am living under this large glass roof
glass walls all around
where I can see the world
but imagine the smells
the sounds
and all of you

The outside seems to reflect
on what’s going on inside
this is how deep we most often go
both way’s

I never opened that door
but the greyness of it all
tells me
its own story
I listen to it
in silence
and reach

I sometimes wonder
out loud
inside
are memories not better
then what is happening now
is life not best viewed in hindsight
is even the best experience not consumed
by the one just following
and following
lost in the moment
leftovers in memory
is the completion
the memory of the rush
cooled down
not better
can it not be remembered over and over
like a picture on the wall
but I was wondering
when is enough
enough
are 10 good memories not enough
or 50
a 100
a 1000
?