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..von ich, wo die lauwarme Erinnerung an Gefühle aus besseren Tagen, mein heutiges ich plagen. Aber es ist immer schön zu hinterfragen, ob es die Dinge sind, welche uns plagen, oder vielmehr unsere eigenen Bedürfnisse? Wir wollen stets und tun doch kaum, wenn wir sollen, fehlt uns die Courage einfach zu vertrauen! no Ich bin […]
More..goes the bus, the streets are giving the beat filtered by the heap of the <> , we traverse the distance to our existence, places where we want to come to exist. No one loves you, especially not the ignorant pieces of shit who get sick on a bus. Their freedom to jump spaces compromises […]
More..people are piling against each other‘s backs, covering the tracks of anticipation. Revelation of their true spirit and dropping their masks of disguise. Coldblooded I will <> upon the shells of yourselves and leave behind your warm betrayal..
More..küsse ich Dich heiß und jede Perle trägt in sich ihren Preis, mit Schweiß in dicht gerungen, einem feudalen Grab hab‘ mich entschlungen! So mag es sein, gar wilden Windes pfiff bracht mich nicht ab, Dir zu sagen, wie lieb‘ ich Dich hab‘.. <3 Weihnachten 2024.
More..of your image inside of my mind are bound together by the golden threads of my love for you, which are glued into my heart. May you rest dearly within all the love you have given me..
More..and moderate, quite humble without tragedy in it. I sit among the paths to stride, don’t dare to make a choice tonight. Let evening clearest words collide and in its shutter say the truth besides What was not there may still be worth a tone, worn by an endless flawless sequence and undoubtedly shown. The […]
More..uneven. The odds are given and the day settles mildly into the summer night. What have I done to deserve this gratitude, outspoken truth gonna be foretold. Except it is abstruse by means to choose, distractions as the night’s curtains fall. Now take your part in the play to unfold and shine your light into […]
More..the beats, it dreams and seems relentless in its pounding, the sound creeps slowly through your wounds lays gently dressing, your pain away, while the vibes lift your emotions heavenly. The skin it drips from sweat, the drops keep knocking on the floor while the wind sweeps sweetly through my door..
More..at my deepest self, do words pertain to. Or is it a mesmerizing glow of thoughts we are used to? Start writing..
More..I want to be and then not, the blithering sight of light that hits my retina isn’t always well perceived. Darkness is the absence of things, while light reveals the truth, thus wander towards the light, despite the fright. Uncles if this is always the best of choices.
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