How do we build a new world for ourselves when the one we had is the only one we knew? Don’t we always take ourselves with us into the new, even when we’re sitting in the middle of the wild, untouched, unstoppable chaos and actually have nothing but each other? Nothing else? So much, but …
The wagon had fallen into the abyss, hit and splintered, shattered. I had closed my eyes, let myself fall into the seemingly inevitable, in the silent expectation that the same would happen to me, but when the bang had died down and calm returned, I still felt whole. Something must have slowed my fall, prevented …
The wall stood firmly between us. Took us to look at each other and to each other, took us to speak to each other and to approach each other. And the wagon crawled on, unguided, unbraked, towards the slope.
The wagon sped on, unguided, unbraked, towards the annex, and there was no one who could switch a switch. Or wanted to? Instinctively I moved away from you, also outwardly. I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest to make myself even more inaccessible, to close myself off even more. A single word too many …
Your world and my world – like two circles that lie next to each other, maybe touch, but never find one another, never agree and above all never find understanding. What can it trigger, one word, one word too many? How much damage can it do? And how quickly is discord sown between you and …
Clouds had pushed themselves in front of the moon, deep, dark clouds, so that I could hardly see you anymore. Darkness, pitch-black darkness even superimposed the gray, took away the nuances even from this. But I felt that you were looking at me, intensely and demanding.
„I want to stay with you, stay you.“, you said when you woke up and nothing had changed, neither in the progress nor in the remaining. „Then stay with me, stay me.“ I answered when you were given back to me, from the arms of sleep, in this moment. „I can stay as long as …
Familiar, quiet, little life. Not spectacular, not sensational, not even particularly exciting, but it is my familiar, quiet, little life in which I have settled down, cozy and warm, and those who visit me always expect a warm welcome and a hot coffee (or tea, depending on your taste). I know my way around here …
You’re right, of course, it’s been a long time. If I try to remember now, it is as if a whole life would lie between the time when you were you to me and the today when you stepped out of which you left me as an empty shell of you. And isn’t that really …
You say my eyes have lost their shine since I left you. In it you found so much sparkling joie de vivre and cheerfulness, balance and connectedness, understanding and dreaminess, laughter and happiness. Everything that I can only feel when I’m with you. So, it would be only logical that my eyes have lost their …
