
There are so many windows to look through
my window

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

586 Of the hour hand ef /life. -Life consists of rare individual moments of the highest significance and countless intervals of time in which at best the shadowy images of those moments hover around us. Love, spring, every beautiful melody, mountains, the moon, the sea – only once do all those things speak fully to the heart: if in fact they ever do find their way completely into words. For many people do not have any such moments and are themselves intervals and pauses in the symphony of real life.

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

I don’t know why I expect there to be a manual that explains how to live life. It seems that no one has written a convincing one, though it would be helpful to get one when you turn eighteen, for instance—a manual containing a what-to-do list, a FAQ section, and a troubleshooting chapter. And I know that thousands of religions and so-called truth-tellers tell their stories and make their manuals for how to live, but that is like having an endless amount of manuals for how to turn on your TV and switch channels. I guess that only the creator of the TV can make the correct manual, and we obviously don't have a creator. For me, it's amazing that so many people act as if they know, or do they just pretend like I do to get by? I wonder what life would be like if we all had learned from the beginning that finding a way (together) is better than leading the way.

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
?

It's clear you are there
but your shine is not touched
you're a relic
you are only there
because of what you once did
your only justification
a potential
we no longer need

It all looks the same
if seen as one
only reflection shows
and individual inside

18 Narrow Souls
Narrow souls I cannot abide;
There’s almost no good or evil inside.
21 Against Airs
Those who inflate themselves are cursed
When pricked by a small pin to burst.
25 Request
The minds of others I know well;
But who I am. I cannot tell:
My eye is much too close to me,
I am not what I saw and see.
It would be quite a benefit
If only I could sometimes sit
Farther away; but my foes are
Too distant; close friends. still too far;
Between my friends and me, the middle
Would do. My wish? You guess my riddle.

Empty streets
the only nuisance is me
walking through the silence

Do you see all those lines
they go somewhere
and nowhere