falling

i got my hopes up again, oh no, not again.

Night sky

And some parts of me still think that we were more

 than just two drunk people under a sky full of stars.

they promised me a fairytale.

 

Tausende blumenbeete leideten

für eine antwort von dir

er liebt dich, er liebt dich nicht.

Sitzend im blumenmeer

voller toter blütenblätter

Gedanken voll, Herz leer

I was cracked before I met you,

 

 but now I'm fucking shattered

we were born that way

Grab my hand. We're running someplace there 

aren't ghosts in our tea

or seaweed at our feet

and we're not sinking up to our necks in the names of people 

that we can't repeat.

We're getting out of here

even if we have to rip our way out with what's left of our teeth.

 We're running, okay, we're gonna pack our shitty lives into a shitty suitcase with shitty folding.

Time is a storm in which we are all lost

Nach 5 Wochen Reisen kam eine Menge an Bilder zusammen! Diesen ganzen Bilderhaufen muss ich erst noch sortieren, bevor man damit irgendwas anfangen kann, aber das wird hoffentlich sehr bald sein.

This feeling seems like it never left and maybe it never did.

“Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.”
― Richard Siken