So I am locked in my body. But at the same time excluded from me as a body. That's what makes it special. The same can be applied to my relationship with the outside world: Ich bin als Mensch in dieser Aussenwelt e ...
Blindfold
Nanu, I see nothing. Must grope through jumping tires, catacombs, eng. But I post everywhere, get bruises. Hallucinate tremors, like snakes, Places dangers, made out in somewhere. Nobody takes me for a walk on my arm like that ...
mid-January, at the end of the day
My balcony door opens carefully. Rumble or thunder: A huge mass of traffic in the distance, turns away. Just the air soaked in smoky diesels. The night hangs opaque. I hope: they don't have this day ...
Epitaph on a useless one (Title based on Dorothy Parker)
Wind moves the tree. So she was moved. First in the trunk. About the middle. And finally in the tips. Lived and loved her. Shook the motionless tree. When a standstill shook her. And froze her to death as a tremor. ...
Diary_3004_3_Selfporträit with body-warm thoughts
Mjs oduesP. Thinking out loud. Pause, think about it, what it is: that I can do nothing and have no talent for anything and rattled through all the tests, and because I'm trying, to somehow work through me ...
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 And ...
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. W ...
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. ...
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 wind ...