Don’t tell me that water is not alive
The lakes, the rivers and the oceans
For they have told me more truth
Than any human ever did

Deep down where all the lights are out
There’s only one way left
Straight through all the darkness
Where all our fears are kept

With my arms and heart open
I let myself fall
Embracing the shadows
For they are all a part of my soul

And in the dim I will dance
With each and everyone
No matter how dark the melody
Giving in to all of their songs

I let them teach me
Their screams pierce through my ears
But the closer I let them
The more I let go of my fears

At the end of our soul straining sways
After they pushed me all around
I find myself lying dizzy
On reality’s solid ground

There’s a delicate silence
After this dark, desperate fight
I pull myself together
And start walking firmly towards the light

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Picture: Thomas Achter

How does love grow
And where do I get the seed
Can I get it at the store around the corner
Or do I order it online
Where do I have to plant it
What kind of soil do I have to use
How much light does it need
How much attention
How much nourishment
How much do I have to do
And how much does it grow on its own
How do I know if it needs a new pot
When it’s roots have grown so big
That it takes up more space than before
What If I decide to change and move
Does it grow with me into the same direction
Can it adapt to a new environment
is it sometimes better to leave it behind
Or should I sacrifice myself so it can stay
In its familiar surroundings
What if I forget to water it
How fast does it run dry
How long after can I still safe it
What kind of fertilizer do I use
Is it good to talk to it
Or just let it be
to naturally heal on its own
And if it is dying
Is it worth fighting for
And for how long
When do I know
That no new life will come
out of these dead stems any more
And what do I do with it if it is so
Do I just throw it away immediately
Or do I let the dried out branches linger around
Watering the dead soil
Denying that it has ceased to exist
How long do I have to mourn
And be reminded of our time together
in every other plant I see
When is the right time to accept
When is the right time to let go
When is the right time to plant a new seed

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Unknown roads
lead to
unknown goals

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Destination Daydream
traveling
on a train track of thoughts
while world’s visions vanish

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While I dream of finding back home
I watch a helium filled blue ballon
On his flight across the cloud sprinkled sky
Leaving solid grounds and reaching up high

Maybe in order to find your way home
You first have to wander off on your own
Leaving familiar faces and blinding believes
To find out where your own story leads

The moment you lift off might cause pain and fear
As the world below you starts to disappear
It tears you apart to leave your loved ones behind
They’ll try to grab you and pull you back inside

As you realize that you’re ascending alone
you probably wish you would have never left home
You start to search for a way back
But the wind catches you and puts you on the right track

And within the air’s light embrace
You lift higher into divinities grace
And the freedom of the boundless blue sky
Let’s you soon forget the worries before you started to fly

You start to enjoy your solitary ride
and realize you can go wherever you like
Nothing and no one is holding your string
And you start to hear the desires you’ve been hiding within

While your story begins to unfold
You start to see through the lies you’ve been told
And that there is nothing wrong with whoever you are
Everything is possible and no dream too far

You will inspire the ones who watch from below
Showing them how easy is it is to let go
And some of them will also start to go high
Coming to meet you up in the sky

Little blue balloon continue your flight
Always remember there is no wrong or right
If you keep following the call of your soul
You will always, always be home

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In between the dark
In a streak of light
A feline shadow hides
Watching day turn into night

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