
I love walking through the city
looking at the buildings in black and white
they represent

I love walking through the city
looking at the buildings in black and white
they represent

I rushed upstairs
to you
I left behind all that could spill over

I am caught by life
when a question arrived
in me
it trapped me
we go together
now
I am still asking
not about my life
but just about
all that is
forever
I might have found a silence
a nowhere to go
but it is hard to hear others
that say nothing to the world
but live
in their silence
I would like to say nothing
someday
to someone

I threw away the lock
and with that
I realized
my freedom

If you find my door
I might let you in
just remember
I don't need
fresh air

I was standing in the middle of two roads
just above me
where I could not reach
a massive structure towered over me
and there
where there was no road
for some reason
It felt like it could stop time
or at least the movement of it

Where are you
going
I am standing here
drifting away
so you are
going
I am yes
I found myself
so it is the inside you are
going
I am
yes
I like
going
you say that
a lot

I grew up in a weathered yellow house
the skies were not always blue
except the one stone wall
it was always blue
I believe
or was it concrete
I am not sure
of what I remember
the door I do
it was the last thing
I closed
it was yellow

There is a line going through me
from one outside
to another
outside
It is not clear if something happens
in between
in me
between
these two...
events
“Modern man lives under the illusion that he knows ‘what he wants,’ while he actually wants what he is supposed to want. In order to accept this it is necessary to realize that to know what one really wants is not comparatively easy, as most people think, but one of the most difficult problems any human being has to solve. It is a task we frantically try to avoid by accepting ready-made goals as though they were our own.”
Escape from Freedom

I look at your wall
till it fills my view
it's more of the same
only slightly interesting
from here
up close
it still does not explain
why it is there
not knowing
what is in there

I hear rumbling going on
of a silent majority
being against
but for now
I only see the sun
going down
in a silent landscape

I like mountains
especially the parts
I can't reach

I like both windows in my house
I walk back and forth deciding
where I will sit
looking outside
it will be the staircase
I am afraid
I think
halfway
with my last breath

Blinds are what we all have
they might be open
and sometimes closed
but sooner or later
they all get stuck

Your darkness reflects
the world you reject

1 25 On the ‘realm of freedom‘. – We can think many, many more things than we can do or experience – that is to say, our thinking is superficial and content with the surface; indeed, it does not notice that it is the surface. If our intellect had evolved strictly in step with our strength and the extent to which we exercise our strength, the dominant principle of our thinking would be that we can understand only that which we can do – if understanding is possible at all. A man is thirsty and cannot get water, but the pictures his thought produces bring water ceaselessly before his eyes, as though nothing were easier to procure – the superficial and easily satisfied character of the intellect cannot grasp the actual need and distress, and yet it feels superior; it is proud of being able to do more, to run faster, to be at its goal almost in a twinkling – and thus it is that the realm of thought appears to be, in comparison with the realm of action, willing and experience, a realm of freedom: while in reality it is, as aforesaid, only a realm of surfaces and self-satisfaction.