
I have to vent
but have to grow higher and higher
as not to smoke you out
but just take your sun away

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

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

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

When you're in the dark
together
It can be hard to find
the connection
especially when it is
untested

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