Monday, 27 September 2010

After decay

I am down the hole again
The darkness is eating me
The thoughts crawling in my mind
And the scorpions on my skin

Your shadows are here too
They never left, your shadows

There was a dim light before
Coming from somewhere above
Where did this light go?
I haven't noticed it's gone...

It is sad, living in a hole

And the scorpions,
Why wouldn't they just eat me
And let my soul come out of the pores in my skin
And meet your shadows
I don't care if both stay in the hole
They stay together

If your body couldn't handle mine,
Would your shadows handle my soul?

Friday, 17 September 2010

Between the skyline and the ocean*

She is feeling poetic
She got the urge to write
To get the thoughts out of her system
To scream
But it is not happening

Him: Go on. Disconnect. No sweet dreams for you
Her: Not needed. I’ve had my share for the day. You know me. Between a daydream and a daydream … I daydream. It is a continuous trip in my dreamyard.

Him: Until you take me there, these words are only words to me. Once spoken, they vanish into thin air … as if, they never even existed!
Her: Well, you have to fetch your own thorns. That is how it works. It is not about me taking you anywhere … it is about you feeling the urge to go!

Him: But I cannot learn to fly alone when I have been walking my entire life.
Her: Come to think about it … You do not want to go there. It is a dead end. Reality seems too boring afterward … I cannot guarantee you will be back the same.

Him: I do not like to fall
Her: Then it is useless to try. The fall is part of the trip.


Her: You triggered me to write!
Him: Then go ahead and do it!

Her: I am not able to … I need substance
Him: Reach into your mind and take a handful … I am sure there is plenty there!

Her: But my mind … it is blocked. Dark. Drained. I do not envy me anymore. The colors are gone.
Him: Shhhh

Her: Can I translate our conversation in a post?

Thursday, 16 September 2010


Tomorrow, when I swallow the sun
I am going to take a dip in the sky