Insomnia Talk

– What’s up with the world?
– Who cares.
– We’re part of it.
– Are we?
– Well, I am.
– I’m not.
– Who do you think you are? Someone special? Someone unearthy, someone above the mass?
– No, just… Not belonging there, really.
– What makes you assume you differ enough not to belong?
– It’s not an assumption, and it’s not about a difference.
– What is it about?

careless and empty

Not that I cared. Not that I should have had. Not even that I thought about it. That wasn’t me. Something, something unvisible was around, near me, above me, pressing the thick air towards my brain and my lungs, and made me suffocate. I gasped and tried to flee, I couldn’t see, the view was blurred. I couldn’t think clearly, I couldn’t think at all. That something was now smashing itself against my head, I heard dull thuds and felt some sticky burnt-rubber-like liquid melting my hair, flooding my back. I tried to scream but not a sound came out, I shivered. And then, I sunk, as the thick emptiness attacked again, it pressed against my ribs, my heart, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t feel. I fell, and now, defeated, rackless on the ground, a wrack, I thought an only thought, a lonely thought. Maybe. Maybe I did care.

Magic Smile

ein lächeln auf deinen lippen
(sanft…)
die sanftheit der berührung
(süß…)
das licht in deinen augen
(warm…)
und die wärme deiner nähe
(*hach*)
zaubert mir ein lächeln auf die lippen
(glücklich…)

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Hang-Up

whatever we think
whatever we do
whatever we feel…

there’s no going back
there’s no going forth
there’s no buffer time

we hung up