Postcard #6: Deconstruction Site: 7. Talking to Ghosts
it was quite strange to meet you here, years after I‘d left you behind. I almost had forgot about your existence, surprised that you remembered mine. and though I might still look the same I‘m nothing...
View ArticlePostcard #6: Deconstruction Site: 6. Compost
I live where the grass is low, where shepherd‘s purse and daisies grow. I wash my hands every daybut soil and dust won‘t go away. one day we will all be humus, dandelions will grow upon us what a...
View ArticlePostcard #6: Deconstruction Site: 5. Symbiosis
you give me warmth, you give me strength, my darling. you really are my one and only friend, my dear. you nourish me, protect me, and I take as much as I can. whereever I am, you are always near. in...
View ArticlePostcard #6: Deconstruction Site: 4. Berlin
nothing‘s forever but some things don‘t change (or at least stay within the same range), now this is your city and that is my fate: shouldn‘t have come here for I came too late. yet still I‘d like to...
View ArticlePostcard #6: Deconstruction Site: 3. Born Today
my tiny feet in oversized shoes tap to the beat of the drums in my head. my tiny hands clutch my guitar, anxious to land in the right fret. the world is young: it was just born today. don‘t go wrong....
View ArticlePostcard #6: Deconstruction Site: 2. Babylon
I watch your lips move, I watch the syllables fall out, try to collect them with my bare hands. I listen to you, your voice‘s echoes resonate in my head. I watch your body and every movement is a word,...
View ArticlePostcard #6: Deconstruction Site: 1. Collision
we‘re blinded and we‘re innocent, we‘re following our trails with headlights off. we trust the rails that they might lead us, they won‘t fail. someone blocked the switches, it is too late to turn back....
View ArticlePostcard #7: Songs from the Dust: 7. The Earth
I am the soil, I lie to your feet. I catch every fall of yours, support every step you make. I let you walk all over me. remember I am in you and you‘ll be me. I swallowed the old members of your...
View ArticlePostcard #7: Songs from the Dust: 5. The Air
Count to three and open your eyes. know that each single one of those lashes is heavier than my heart: the lightest breeze lifts it up high, the softest wind sends it far away. how or where from I came...
View ArticlePostcard #7: Songs from the Dust: 3. The Water
Have had so many images flickering through me at night when I sleep. don‘t remember their outlines, don‘t remember those names and faces. but their shadows, they dance through the caves in my head,...
View ArticlePostcard #7: Songs from the Dust: 1. The Fire
I dreamt I had a fire, illuminating all. it fed on my desire and as a blazing ball it rose into an empty sky and turned black into blue and burned away my chain so I could turn away from you. I dreamt...
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