Mann verkauft Auto Mann, Early forties, sells car, well preserved, and wife to it. Hello, i am writing this ad for my husband, who has just confessed to me, that he will unfortunately be broke for the end of the year. Schweren Herzens verkauft er darum se ...
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Du stehst in mir als Liebe, which came to the end. Ich hab dir darum eine Krone aufgesetzt. Damit du den Himmel im Blickfeld behältst und untererde, me. I am not in you as love, which came last. Ich hab in di ...
Diary, 9.6.
In this final silence, images move closer to me. On a timeline, which is no longer true, in wild confusion. Since around 5 Years ago I stopped, to process. The metabolism of that, what i experience, emotional, mental etc ...
Diary, 8.6.
Winter evening in June. So finally still, that I hear the ticking of the old cuckoo clock on my grandfather's neck. At two o'clock, at four o'clock, at nine o'clock the grandmother went into the kitchen and put the water on, presented six ornate cafes ...
the good psychologist
When I became a psychologist, I said to my client: have to clench your teeth firmly, so, as if you didn't have any. But I didn't become a psychologist, but first a head painter, then teacher and sweetheart from my heads, dann Lä ...
lovesick box
And now my body can feel, how time stands still. Or the other way around: there is only time left, noticeable, a heavy boggy mass, Clay, maybe, that reaches up to my neck, while I take one step in front of the other, w ...
Stammelpoem
Up the Sun River: a stroll. Down the Schlatten River: a lawn. Cross swings. Am Ufer mit dem Reiher stehn. path! Get away from here! Away from not understanding! Up the Sun River: I, the sun tide. Shadow River Down: in deinem kalten ...
diary, 19.5.
for this and that reason I think again a little bit about the depression. Does it exist or does it not exist? I am inconclusive, but I tend to say, that depression doesn't exist, but a psychohygienic invention ...
Diary_10.4.2020
When we don't live our lives, what life do we live then? This is not my life, just a strange hose, who tosses with me in no direction. I mean: the, that I helped shape, the, that I wanted to give back to myself, w ...