Sunday Drops

It is a Sunday morning. Like every Sunday morning every week. She looks at me. I see a fire in her eyes. But she knows how to extinguish it. Its her morning. Its the truth she discovered, the truth that no one wants to go for, because no one wants to go through the fire. They will never see whats on the other side, if she stops crying. Its the fire in her eyes. But she knows how to extinguish it.

Milky-Way

Walking sorrows over splendid days. The soul that will recover the heartbeat. The deep needs of facing the truth. The sun goes up and down, goes dark and all around the neighborhood. The clouds are covering the stars. So many people that are sharing their life without being in love. The more that don't but are. Do stars think about the end of the milky-way?

Achterbahn

Eins auf Zwei. Drei Vergessene. Vier gehen voran. Fünf geben auf. Sechs vergessen. Sieben verstehen. Acht auf Bahn.

Mind Game

And never have I even thought about to think a thought.