[Geknipst] my mind is clouded

{ ‚My mind is clouded’, she said while staring at her shaking hands.
‘I’ve been sitting before empty pages, pen in my hand, and the words just didn’t come. All the things I can think of are things which already exist. I want to create meaning, but there’s just no meaning left.’

My mind is blank.
I started to write again, but the words aren’t feeling right. My hands are to unsteady to draw proper lines on the paper and my photographs look plain boring. I don’t have the patience for sewing and no need for learning something new.

I always seem to like blue the most if I am feeling down.

[Geknipst] 251

{  ‚I’m going to write down the story of my life.’, she whispered into the night, ‘It doesn’t matter whether it happened in reality or just inside my mind…’ The cold air hurts, inhale, exhale, swallow down the pain. ‚I’ve already written down the plot and it’s going to be the most incredible story you’ll have ever read.‘

[Geknipst] till death takes you apart

I never seem to notice this tiny details, which can make your heart shiver and turn your feelings on again. I keep looking for wonders although all kind of wonders are lost these days in a world which never sleeps; it makes me angry and sad and anxious and that’s why I keep running away every time I see this look on your face. As a child I longed for the day I could tear Neverland down and see beyond the looking glass, hoping, that I’d see more than a rotting shell staring back with my eyes, distorted and sick and all dead. 

While I wander through the streets no one ever takes, I see birds sitting in the red bushes, all but one, and my pulse stops for a beat or two, paying tribute to the little creature lying underneath the largest bush gasping its last but final breath.