my imagination

all points out to my imagination 

arguments 

the lack of reaction

the empty space 

all points out to a fictional connection

can not miss something that was not there

on the contrary. 

if it was only my imagination 

it did damage much more than it was ever allowed. 

it took something from me. 

coincidence

coincidence that the universe seems to send just to see how I react

coincidence to live with.

as i live without something important to me

hardest goodbye

wrote a goodbye 

made of emotions 

the hardest goodbye I ever experienced

a goodbye felt through the layers of my skin 

a goodbye that I overdelivered 

over talked and over stated 

wrote a goodbye that i will never regret writing,

but that I still feel burning inside. 

heart dreaming

stop a heart from waiting and wanting 

get her back to my body. 

stop a heart from dreaming 

get her into a program like hearts annonymous 

stop a heart from imagining things 

get her back connected to the cords of reality 

if in the process this heart becomes weak and slow so be it.

real distance

this seems to be the only way to get my heart going on. 

first feather

on your back 

uncolored nails tickle a feather   

with many shades 

The truth

that never surrenders, knows no limits, the scary truth, the one that gets you to the sides of society, the truth that takes no blame and has no morals. 

the feather is soft and colourful, many times you feel it just like in a dream, it draws the colours of hope 

Hope 

red and light blue, sometimes golden and magenta, the colors of an experience to live only once in life, inbetween the trees of existence

the feather does not forget about desire 

Desire 

Desire to be seen, fully and utterly seen

desire to spend time, desire to caress, desire to plunge inside the bluest waters ever seen, those of your soul 

and sometimes the feather gets broken by the wind of reality 

Reality 

there is no future for truth, hope, or desire, there is only a now.

Now

The feather stopped on the tremble of your back 

Now does not seem to be enough. 

scarf

in the rain i will confess my tears

in the rain i will seize my hope

rain drop after rain drop 

my heart will wear a small scarf

to protect what needs healing

my mind is full of reasons 

to make me run in the rain.

October brackets

another october 

I realised my being 

can never be the same as in july

my soul became on brackets,

as intense and full this feeling

as it could be. 

this october, 

try to erase the brackets 

day by day.