
I am just
in my world
focussed
on nothing
but what is
important
to me

I am just
in my world
focussed
on nothing
but what is
important
to me

Listen to the call of some
doors are not meant to be opened
try to listen unlocked
to be drawn
closer
a movement
a harmony wills
closes
your eyes
in awe

Even a plain white brick wall
can be interesting
a source of contemplation
and an inspiration
there are no rules
besides the one we make ourselves

I don't stand in your way
but please
let me look

You portray me so dark
is what she said to me
I replied
that it was just the light

There was a man sitting on a bench in Athens
2400 years ago
thinking about politics
fruitlessly
we can still see his statue
but not as a reminder

Today’s windows did not open
for fresh air
but the look through them
opened me

I am stuck
to a 3-meter-thick wall
trying to look inside
because the silence
lures me

If you are looking
down
the reflection of a window
can be all
you need to remember
outside

From darkness
light calls
out of curiosity
maybe
to know
the unknown
or the opposite

Almost empty streets
where people only meet
on their way home

The trees grew taller than your wounds
almost forgotten
in shadows
that never go
maybe you should
rediscover
them

















Today it was quiet in the city
alone with what stays
and a friend

They have a side
they are entrenched
staring at a wall
sharpening arguments
no discussion
just one side
the only air
stale

The horizon of many people is a circle with a radius of zero. They call this their point of view.

I am prepared
to move on
or step back
ether way
vertigo