Quote, street art, wrdsmthDie Wahrheit ist, dass du mir fehlst. Jeden Tag ein bisschen mehr, bis wir uns wiedersehen und dann wieder von der Sekunde an, in der wir uns trennen. Am Vermissen merkt man, wie viel einem jemand bedeutet. Und es gibt Menschen, die man sein ganzes Leben lang vermisst – obwohl man weiß, dass sie nicht mehr zurückkommen.

A whole new world

masks, realityDo you know who you really are? Are you truly yourself or are you hiding behind a mask? Masks are what we were taught to wear all our lives. When we were little they told us to behave, to adjust, to fall in line. So we learned to hide parts of our true self behind a mask – little parts at first, but more and more over the years. Until it became almost impossible to differ that mask from ourselves. Weiterlesen


I convinced myself that I was over this. Now look at me. Sitting in front of my computer, wearing headphones and pretending to listen to music. When in fact I’m waiting. Just waiting to hear your voice.
„Good morning.“
And there he is.
I sigh inwardly and then hit myself mentally.
I do NOT – I repeat NOT – care that he is back. I do NOT wish for him to come over like he did before. Weiterlesen

Turning off

I can’t get past it. Can’t snap out of it. There is too much and too less at the same time. The only way to deal with it is to disappear. I just don’t really know where to.

Sometimes pain has more than one cause. Multiple ones indeed summing up until you reach the point of no return. Sometimes it grows until you can’t remember anything past it. It just grows and gets more each day until it becomes too big to conceal. I just can’t pretend that I am okay anymore. Because I am not, haven’t been in a while now. Weiterlesen


You ask me if it’s about you and I answer: „No.“
I’m not angry at you. I’m just a little disappointed. But don’t worry I’ll get over it.

And then you want to know if it’s about somebody else and I say: „No.“
I’m not angry at anyone really, just done with this game. Weiterlesen