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

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

Trying to get down.

The garbage in your life
is often close by
maybe because you attract it
or it atracts you

85 Wickedness is rare. – Most people are much too much occupied with themselves to be wicked.

The curtain is hanging there
halfway closed
I am not sure
why I am only halfway shy

I go the normally busy street
with people that are not there
to walk alone
in all those footsteps
left
unknowingly

We all bloomed together last week
but the memory is silent

The water rippled like the time
I was waiting
for a message
I saw my waiting waving
out in a half-circle
and knew it started somewhere
in the distance near
you

I believe I will
for all the wrong reasons
https://epochemagazine.org/43/spinoza-nietzsche-and-the-error-of-free-will/