Just a little life update and thank you for still being out there. Halva was meant for the workers and also all the other things at the christmas party. Everything shared with everyone. As if none of us are more or less than the other. Just people with different world views, experiences, past and future, body, language maybe even.
What remains, ... if we forget why we are alive?
And what remains, if numbers replace a flower.
Numbers replace a soul, turning it into a dead soul. Like dead souls floating through a hallway.
Waiting for the final hour, midnight.
While the clock stopped ticking for a long while already, still they are floating and waiting, through the room, the air and time.
Not just numbers, but people like you and me.
Who could have been friends, maybe lovers, children of some or their parents, sister, brother or their mother.
And there was only a shower, but it was dead, not working. No water coming out, as the pipes were broken.
A bed room with a blanket.
Somewhere to hide when midnight comes.
It should have been peace, should have been good.
Leather boots, beaten up, always awake and restless.
It was supposed to be a good story, one about freedom, earth being at peace and all of us seeing into each others eyes, if we still are able to. Realizing the horror we were, are and have been through. All the people we lost, the time we could have shared and the sadness, sadness never leaves. She tries to play, tries to smile and laugh it off, until she can't anymore.
I will never forget it. And the guilt will always follow me, the sadness and madness.
And still we want to believe in something good.
Blueberries instead of alcohol.
Water instead of wine.
Pancakes instead of sausages.
And yet we had it all.
I was thankful and sad,
partially mad,
tried to hold back,
to not break my neck.
Said what I didn't want to, very often.
Silent way too many times,
hiding behind my dead eyes and rhymes.
Softly smiling and trying to help.
Like an angel in hell asking for trouble.
A lost one, long lost and broken.
Like death only follows and sorrows.
I am sorry for ruining image at times.
It wasn't on purpose, just trying to help.
When there is no point in winning,
since hell is all around us.
Then helping those who still try to win,
making cars and truck wheels spin.
Maybe it helps in the long run, when they spin anyway.
Whether it were these or those, mine or yours.
Feet walking over concrete ground, rail roads hidden from a long forgotten past.
Cables from decades of work in the walls,
all the people in the shopping malls.
And yes, every face that I can remember.
May it live on in another world or this one.
Free at last, free at last...
mehr...
weniger
