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The Fear of Being Human

A trace of pride pulls him down,
the good man never wears a frown.
No sorrow felt, no grief, no pain,
at the final hour – what will remain?

Between Self-Search and Self-Understanding

“Grandpa, tell me… are you actually grown-up?”

The old man laughed softly, shook his head. His gaze drifted away, as if searching for a memory that had slipped beyond his reach.

“That’s a strange question. From the outside, it may look that way. I’ve...

The Story of a Young Life

It all began when he was small.
Naive and shy, yet careful through all.
Composed, not daring. Not foolish, not sly.
Mostly so quiet, at times just shy.

On time and gentle, but often alone.
Rarely understood, as if it was known.
Curiosity whispered of life far and...

Where Fire Breathes and Mist Dreams

Sometimes the choice is not between good and evil, but between two evils. One you know inside out – with all its moods, strengths, and downfalls. The other feels like an old acquaintance, one that sometimes reaches out a hand and sometimes pushes you away. Both...

A Goal Without a Name

The fairground lay still in the afternoon heat. Only the metallic click of the turnstiles and distant voices broke the air. He was not alone. Two figures accompanied him. Somehow familiar, yet without a history. A closeness he could not place. Almost like a word he knew witho...

When even thoughts find no echo

It’s not pain.
It’s the absence of everything.
No anger, no scream, no resistance.
Only an inner freezing.