everything that rises must converge

I didn’t get it the first time. Probably no one would have. Second time I had a hunch. Third time gave me reason to read it fourth time. Then I got it. Hit me like a sledge hammer. Can’t be, I thought. Can’t be.
But chances are, it not only could, but it is. And there [...]

walk in beauty

dear,
more than ten years ago I was living with the navajo tribe in arizona, usa.
I learned from them about life, about nature, about myself.
there is one prayer I like to remember:

looking down at creation

I am high. The sound from the streets doesn’t reach me. Cars, people move in total silence. It is dark. I’m sipping my Mojito. Lots of ice, not enough Mojito. I wish I could fly.

the final supper

I take a shower to warm up after my daylong stroll in the rain. Then I dress again. I am hungry. I don’t think food will kill this hunger, but I go out again nevertheless.
It’s going to be a long night.

broken backrest

Last time, we spend a big part of our common life in the park. A bench became our planet, the small green area with its trees and bushes and playgrounds and flowerbeds and the river were our world. That was then.

I have a cunning plan

This was not supposed to be easy, so I didn’t let it get me down for too long. I had business to do, therefore I pushed the shrubs far back into the attic of my brain and continued.
I came here with a plan, and I was willing to execute it.

RE: V.

it took me too long to actually understand that there can never be any other way out of this trap than just stop talking. without a final goodbye

the loneliness of the long-distance runner

It has been a row of dull days rolling by like a bunch of waves bored from weeks of traveling across the endless oceans. Work didn’t make life more endurable, only slower. Weather was cool, as it always is before the final weekend of this month. Then, it tends to warm up out of nothing.
Reason [...]

no coff?

Wanting to see you is not about lies, Esme. It is about us. It is about what we felt for each other, and about what I still feel for you. It is not about promises, it is about hopes. And about a dream.  

we’ll meet. we’ll talk. we’ll see.

It is as if the last six weeks had never happened. I will be traveling on my tracks left when I first came to V. Same airline, same route, same departure and arrival times.
What is most striking: Then just like this time, I have no idea what fate has in stock for me.