I feel stronger than my father succeeding him on his way down I met him in my nightmare all those years ago it is not his presence but his essence that haunts me besides me it is sad that I never met him as a child maybe we could have been friends
An old painting
worn out
of a memory
not mine
but I have it
Through the early winter into the long night I survived by the grace of the place I ended hanging by a thread in just enough light for my dying conscious rotten corps the coming spring will never let me bloom again but that is just a fact
If you have to vent try to do it colorful
Somewhere hidden in the large door is a door a smaller door the smaller door has no function if the large door is open do you ever wander inside
Is there an objective way to determine if we live in a bad time and that there were good times in the past? There are bad things that we can agree on; if you have two answers right from the ten questions they asked you, you did poorly, but you can’t say that that pizza is bad because you didn’t like the taste, someone else might love it. There are, of course, exceptions, a pizza with a layer of sand is probably universally bad, and Hitler also falls in that category but if you talk about Trump, for instance, is he universally bad? I personally don’t like what he does, but he has not murdered millions of people as Hitler did, and he is probably nice to his wife and children. He didn’t step out of the womb and thought: “now I gonna be an asshole.” His genes might have paved the way for that role, and his surroundings gave him little chance to adopt a more… cherishing role in life.
As far as I can see, people call each other evil because they use their own personal standards and not a more universal one. This is why I don’t understand why people say that we live in bad times. Compared to what? The past is gone, and we don’t know how those people felt, lived and thought especially if they could compare there lives with ours. We now live much healthier and have much more comfort than even 50 years ago, most of us would not last in those times, especially woman and minorities. There is no reason not to know that we humans are not so good at remembering the past, our own past or that of the country we live in.
Names and the people belonging to them there are billions of them all different but you still know most of them by their character
It sometimes happens that it is complicated you only see one button to push but you already know what it does and the rest that is on display it's hard to understand even that little sign that urges you to read the manual
I dug deep to reach a place to take away where nothing no longer came out I looked upon the result a hole with besides it what's left excavated the beauty of what once was that hole
I sometimes wonder if I am a raft tied to a broken dock or the broken dock holding on to a raft
Did you know that the horizon in a dark hour is still the same as in a brighter hour Happy new year.
Without some scars on your soul the outside that defines you is hard to see
You might be wondering why I locked myself up well maybe you should come closer to realize
On this grey day I took outside my colorful jacket and enjoyed the difference
I don't know about you but I can see beauty in almost everything and that's a problem
This is what’s left of the painting after it was burned and I cleaned it. What is left sits too deep in the wood fibers; I can’t remove it without damaging the wood too much. Underneath, you can see a picture of this altarpiece from before and just after the fire.
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