Coffee

The incessant dripping … … into coffee pots … into overflowing buckets on the streets … of my IV … in the bathtub, my head bleeding out A stream is mighty, you know it can crush you and drag you away forever in an instant. A single drop is but the sign of a slow […]

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Weiß

Macht und Unterwerfung, Rechts und Links, Schwarz und Weiß, Oben und Unten. Ich: irgendwo dazwischen. Die Blätter der Birke vor meinem Balkon rascheln im Winde, sie lassen sich einfach tragen. Die Äste halten den Wind aus, weil sie sich verbiegen können, nicht rigide versuchen um jeden Preis am gleichen Platz zu bleiben. So baut man […]

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Who knew?

Who knew you could break your own heart, could shatter it into a million pieces? Who knew you didn’t have to be involved with anyone other than yourself? Who knew that grey clouds would ever come as a solace? Who knew a loosened tie would free your airway up that much? Who knew something impulsive […]

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