Schlagwort: English
longing
beet root
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i come from outside
my hairs wet from rain
my hands spoiled with mud
and above my swinging hips
a sunny smile with beet root lips.
cycles
i expanded expanded a little more
i fell and fell deeper, down on the floor
and roots where growing out of my feet
oh my heart was a buzzing sprouting seed
„cycles“ weiterlesenDrunk
„the truth was a mirror in the hands of god.
It fell, and broke into pieces.
everybody took a piece of it,
and they looked at it
and thought they had the truth.“
some simple wisdom
we will go below
we came from above
but now we’re on earth
to learn to love.
Distance
4. Dezember
What would You do if You couldn’t fail?
I HAVE TO MUCH TO SAY
I’m sad.
So sad that I can’t leave my bed.
Because it holds me down & even when I think I’m just dramatic,
I can’t help but feeling like a piece of shit.
I’m sad.
And it drags me down under the surface,
Where I used to go because it was quiet and nice.
Where I used to go because it was a good place to hide.
But now it feels like I’m drowning down here.
Like there’s nothing else but mourning and fear.
Probably because I don’t know anymore, how to get back up.
And the isolation – whilst it’s all I can do, it just really sucks.
I mean I’m not alone.
And I’ve got food, a bed, a home. Still, I have reasons to be sad.
And the realization of that is comforting, but also makes me fucking mad.
I owe this night a poem
The album hasn’t even finished, yet,
and the song I always cry to is just starting.
The song is over now and I cried, hard. I am so thankful for this song, I am so thankful for this night and I would be even more thankful for it if I could stand behind it all fully, but I can’t.
That might be the reason I don’t talk about these things, that I’ll write about now, often, but we find each other in the details.
So.
I owe this night a poem and I mean it.
I am so full of feeling,
so full of feeling alive.