Mir mussen dat lo twitteren: ‘Sind beim Inder.’ ‘Haben Essen bestellt.’ ‘Essen jetzt.’ ‘Haben nach der Rechnung gefragt.’ ‘Haben bezahlt.’ // Wëlls de Pabeier an ee Block? // Wann ech him lo hei an de Sak gräifen wëll ech net gestéiert ginn. // Thierry you’ve got a Harry Potter scar! // I want to be a Victorian gentleman with a huge cock and bone lots of ladies – in my Delorean love palace. // It was a misunderstanding. She thought I slept with her boyfriend… I did. But I had no idea who he was. // Well done, you’ll get a star in the book. // I don’t wanna be anything other I’ve got Gavin DeGraw in my head… Damn! // Pro’a’ly the best beer…Pro’a… Pro’a’ly… Stupid alcohol. Now I sound like Jonathan Ross! // Mir ginn lo eng Taass Kaffi drénken. Dat hunn ech dann zwar nees décidéiert, mee dann maachen mer einfach sou wéi wann et deng Entscheedung gewiecht wier. // Enner 24 Fläschen rentéiert et sech net. // He’s got bigger tits than I have! // Deen ass vun der UNEL. Dat erklärt alles. // Ech wees net wat lo leeft, mee ech mengen ech héire Geld. Da ginn se wahrscheinlech afferen.
Es musste so kommen. Stunden stand ich auf dem Steg, starrte in Richtung der Berge, den Rücken zum See, wartete. Ich sah sie bereits von weitem, wie sie langsam den kleinen Pfad hinunterkam. Sie hielt den Kopf gesenkt, tat so als würde sie mich nicht sehen. Selbst jetzt fielen mir noch all die kleinen Details auf, die ich einmal so an ihr liebte. Details von denen ich ihr nie erzählt hatte, weil ich zu feige war. Weil wir zu jung waren. Weil sie nicht zugehört hätte. Weil all die Ausreden leichter zu ertragen waren, als ihr in die Augen zu sehen und ihr die Wahrheit zu sagen. Diese Augen, die selbst dann einen Schimmer von Traurigkeit in sich spiegelten wenn sie lächelte.
Als sie schließlich vor mir stand sah sie mir minutenlang in die Augen.
An oddly-shaped melancholic heart hovers in the middle of the room
while somewhere else, not too far away, glass is breaking
to let life in, or take it away once and for all.
Strange cocktails they forgot to cover in chocolate
cost only a piece of your soul – another piece for a straw.
Alongside the rail tracks where they have no coffee
or even tea but nice human luxuries and an unknown airline
that’s the best one in the world. Walk eastwards
to the unwanted city and westwards to the homeless city.
Love is a lonely constant in life:
we get up one morning and nothing’s changed
except our eyes that look upon this world.
From there on further, farther,
where it all suddenly stops and rewinds.
To the ocean floor two miles out of Iceland,
we’ll hide deep inside. Glaring whites recall
the shades of grey donated by a poet long gone.
Princess is gone and there’s no Joy.
The railway station in Swindon, a large town midway between Cardiff and London.
We have cappuccino in a soup bowl and watch some boyfriend stealing jewels
in a barn until we are cleaned out. We let our feelings slowly drop down like molten metal,
because red will be unfashionable this summer and so will be honesty and lies.
They celebrate victory outside. Of what. Be paranoid, we stalk. We don’t need no CCTV.
Everything is quite extraordinary if you look at it through a magnifying glass.
Everything is pretty boring if you look at it through a magnifying glass again.
I love you, somewhat, or maybe not. And everybody else. When they use their little finger as an umbrella,
smile like they mean it – perhaps they simply rehearsed in front of a mirror for years.
There’s a funeral on the horizon, someone is burying the moon so that nights will be dark.
We’ve dissipated stars millennia ago but ancient practices have it that wasn’t soon enough.
It takes more than jumping into a well to drown the contradictions inside a shredded heart
because clouds in the desert just die, long before they ever weep.
“I think that somehow, we learn who we really are and then live with that decision.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
For the most part of the year, the sound of seagulls is the first sound I hear every morning when I open my window. It’s the background noise when I walk through the city center or hang out in the bay. It’s what proves to me that, whatever happens, the sun will rise again with a ruthless and wonderful certainty every day. Sad Autumn was a look upon my life, but as that life changed, so has the outlet. In a way it means this site will only be a continuation. But at the same time it will be something completely different.
So here I am. As far as I can remember I never left my life behind the way I did the past weeks and months. I closed my blog, I deleted my accounts on all the social networking sites except for Facebook – which I reduced to a very minimal profile only so people could still contact me. I never really felt the need to go back to any of those services, nor did I wonder if I should go back to blogging. True, I registered this domain a few weeks ago, but ever since I only played around with the design – I never thought about actually putting the site online, that was only a goal at an unknown distance.
I’ve never really been the kind of person who’d listen to his heart. I rationalized every decision, acted out every possible scenario in my head, over and over again. But then, just for a second, I listened – and I realized: if you go out into the world and give someone the power to hurt you so badly you wished you were dead, if you, even if just for a single moment, completely accept who you are and show it, then you are truly alive. It doesn’t matter whether you get hurt, either way you’ll wake up one morning and the only thought in your head will be the one thing that has kept humanity going for so long: I am alive, and that is without any doubt the most amazing thing. My heart is filled with love for my friends and family. And today, I will celebrate life in every possible way.
It feels as though a whole lifetime has passed since I disappeared. And in a way it has. I am not the same person anymore. I look at the world, at the people around me in a different way. I’ve had to say goodbye for good to many friends that I really care about. I finally recognize the person that looks at me from the mirror, and I am happy to be that person. Granted, my life is by far not perfect. But what would I still have to strive for if it were?