doubt
Schwubbdiwubb I was sat on a rainbow of shades of gray and looked down, laughing
the world Or so I ask myself again and again before the big bang my
own soul soul .. funny word, because what.. is? thousand small
elektronenteilchen or penned wild swirling chaos in such a kind of spiral out of nothing,
in my lungs? The lungs just because someone I'm fond of me
once said that this is the seat of the soul.
wild and playful and even chaotic, I propose with the poor as if they were
butterfly wings and hope for change, which unfortunately does not come simply want as
what it is somewhere in common, or not? I had the theory but
promised so much from rain and storm. Fliegner I still can not ..
only in thoughts or dreams. Would also make it really not that much sense where
I do have a fear of heights and this can not simply be swept away by the sheer colorfulness of my own
filigree wings. So I prefer to ride
.. wider and deeper and faster No matter how hard
these were may be, until the final exhaustion, to let go I must be simple and
let me down roll in the dust, WHILE the dream just weitergallopiert and
I lie in the same swirling cloud that remain, and see the dust particles, which each contain
for a little hope and rebellion, the main force so long
defiance to the reality but then decides it is enough. Low dust, low
reality. They would not give in just like the dreams?
Difficult question ...
I look into your eyes and imagine it and you look back just blankly
As you have rejected my words, yes, I would be the cruelest and most of all
and uniform magnet, the Earth has ever produced. Almost
wneig unconscious with a horror, but above all as a sheep, which is suddenly taken from
his meadow and will eat from now on brown instead of green feed.
So you're right again, because who wants that. But maybe it's
vice versa? Maybe life was far too dry food! I try to dive
in the eyes of the world mean and the blinds all may well rip open
so fresh air can flow and that you do not have to feel so lonely
in my thoughts. All too easily can get lost in it, which I admit
quite well, but ... I will create a leader. A small golden
beetles. A scarab .. . Just because I find them beautiful ..
and connect because it could be something mythical.
back but to my question and the answer is not given. I insist
although I have yet learned from the beginning to insist on anything, why not? Weiss
I do not - but you have taught me so - And if you do not .. then someone must
have been different. So I'll take you by the hand and sit on a park bench
glowing in the middle of the desert dust in which I had just hinuntergeplatscht. The
dust has settled too quickly, catching just hide in my head still confused and
is playing with the light of the setting sun. For hours
we are sitting there, dying silent in the swan dance, make it actually say
not where it would have still been so necessary and yet never
unhappy to be there, because we know it as something small and fragile
gives what may anyway no words, so manipulative, occur so cocky
how hairy and furry body of pure muscle, moving as smoothly
like a powerful cat, and the way the kids were able to like a toothpick
in the trachea !
Someday, I'll let you sit there for some time there because you could not stop
test to see, because I did not want to look because I know it looks like this
look and feel. So I put on my little rose-pink ballerinas
and dance and much too high grass that never in his life from the
has heard the invention of the lawnmower, I quite what it somewhere to
envy white. "I feel so often" I whisper to him, and show that
intimate relationship. My hands glide through and remove it dare barely there to
touch and want more a breath of wind to be the round slides without having to introduce
can as it really is wind to be and take those responsible for
everyone and everything to have. For each bird, like the drive up and down, for
the scent of fresh carnations and pine trees or other things. Anxiety and fear associated with this is that
to touch their stems and destroy the naivety
but otherwise known as the only way to stand here and back and forth and weigh
dreaming meaning of a future that does not matter because everything is always so remain
could as is just. Do it, but luck. The best proof of this as I am I
Tänzler here.
middle of the large meadow that is adjacent to the dust, is a tree among
I've placed many times. I always ask myself before like you, like in a
old film, as in the stereotypical image of a beautiful time on a big branch hanging upside down
, with a tattered trousers at the knees and laugh. That is it, I know the
and that is what I have kept me. So I lean to the old
bark chewing on a blade of grass and stare into the distance. The Sun is still below,
it seems to take most of the time to go under or, rarely times altogether
only seem to be able to make at least primarily rainbow. The
are ultimately important. Time passes and you still do not get stuck there, no, you
jump down, kneeling up close to me, look at me, this time with the look
a fox, who discovered he smart enough traps is to recognize and to steal the food
out of them and blink once. I fall in love in
this moment with you, as in a thousand other moments.
Someone calls up a reputation which I can not hear and you go running. I remain
alone and the sun sets a little bit more, which cause thousands of fireflies
to be the lost light replaced. My back
pushes me away and into the air and I'm standing there - so between them and I am thrilled
what it is not everything and where everything must go. In short, a doll, then a flying
Creature with a light body, fluorescent and
wonderfully pretty to look at, gradezu a miracle of thought. They constantly change their color and sparkle
and flash and reveal themselves mirrored as the neon signs of nature,
in cold, clear puddles of rain from last spring, which wants to
smooth road wegtrocknen not easy. Long time he should have evaporated,
has perhaps always renewed and must always serve and often as a mirror
. I can read it, what should I buy what I have to live when
and how and why my clock is ticking as it is, and me the track with where I should go
. All around stand up drive towers of concrete and steel in the sky my eyes the tears of
fascination. Hardly anyone can understand how
devotion can be simply amazed how beautiful can look like something that just
is there, maybe broken, maybe heal, perhaps gray or black or white or silver
.. somehow indicate in the right light, whatever light may be wrong with
and overgrown plants from the countryside to fight for the right of the old nature.
A giant glass cube, strive with intermediate and large light boards the
are fireflies of the city have is the center. He is so huge that I can run it without
he ever comes closer to what I am doing, however, finally
I have the glass but even touch my own image and at least mirrored
see greatness in him. It is such a thing as Zen Buddhist calm and
thoughtlessness. to be a symbol of peace and the right of nowhere
and rise to a sky of rising and setting suns, houses
the fixed point is even the most cheesy romantic thoughts and ourselves in everything we
tuen gain a sense can look if we want.
Only you're more important than these dice. You and your views, no matter whether you understand
what I mean when I say ... the reality is to surrender to their wishes
. I stand again in the dust, stretch out my hand, after which the
ride from there, and a single tear of pure silver flows slowly down my cheek
. I'm familiar with - let the traps and also many times already on
is that the dust never fall down again and can defy his rebellious existence.
Did you even once? Have you ever wished he would not it? If
yes .. how can you doubt it?
0 comments:
Post a Comment