

A grey life
colored
cannot be trusted


A grey life
colored
cannot be trusted

At the end of your life
you still have a lot of life left
but it is only for the lover
of what is rotten

I have lived in my world for half my life
the other half
I was not another person
but I also was
what I now see makes sense
to me
and for you
visiting my world now
it will mean something
that what you see
but mostly nothing
and half-truths

When you just
capture a moment
you will never know
what is moving

Broken glass
It made it clearer
when I saw you
leave
it also
got colder
not by much
you were not the first
to leave
broken glass

We think we know what lets us vent
but do we really
really

I could live in your wall
if I were small enough
Reflections are often much more interesting
than the situation they represent

I like to showcase
what keeps me together
even if it is
an embarrassing part

I don’t know if I like
to live in the shadow of truth
you miss the sun
and live still
in doubt

I see the deepness
not where it starts
do I dare
to go in
to let it touch
myself
can I reach
and get out

You might shout your name
to hide the ugliness
but I’d rather have you leave
and leave the ugliness

If you take big steps in life
you are allowed to rest
comfortably
but if you take small steps
you have to keep on going
and rest uncomfortable

Our destiny is not calling us
we are calling it
it is the point we just passed
and see it only looking
backwards

I see the walls falling
and with it
the reflection
of where I live

It is so interesting
that most people will
not understand
what is written in these
books
and its not only
the language