Diary_3004_Wake up in Ghost City

You see, that a world becomes a heap of ruins, but there are no guilty parties, and no logical explanation either. How will I allow myself to be devastated .... Lately, and in principle, I have not been able to live anymore, without this rare ...

Candles on the tree

  Snap lights on their faces. Flames, tender, but brought together. Flaming sea warmth. Then a bluish shiver, Kampf auf Hauchesstufe, nur Innendrin gewaltiges Überfliessen, in den Nadelkranz verkrallte Wachsarme. ...

New Years resolutions

I think, I should. I thought so now and then. I think i could. Oft. I should u could. But whether I wanted to? Ich muss darüber nachdenken Ich denke, I wanted, But I could not. I should, but I didn't want to ...

20201211_103204

we're getting new windows

I am a winter rider on a glass plate. As thin as paper, crackling like pond ice. who would have thought, dass wir unseren Ausblick einmal herausbrechen und uns bringen um eine Perspektive von Innen und Aussen. There remains a hole, through which the ...

Retro_Diary_2016

4.3.2016 To a certain extent, she had stolen her freedom, to shape their own lives. Now nature was there, to repay that freedom. she had (for good reasons?) didn't believe anyone, but now, where it will soon be too late ...

Retro_Diary_2016

11.4.2016 At forty it went through her mind, that between twenty and thirty she had lived exclusively for devotion. Some guy had that devotion, counted for an ass, which she had shaped into a star in her imagination. Nice ...