Between Mirror and Abyss
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?
What you’ll find here are traces, thoughts, fractures, and gaps. Not a finished picture, but a fabric woven from attempts, memories, and possibilities. Maybe you’ll spot a pattern. Maybe you’ll get lost. Maybe you’ll find yourself. Or something entirely different.
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?
The night devours the clock, and I let it happen. The streets shine, wet from rain, as if someone had just scrubbed the stage clean. The neon flickers as if it cannot believe it is still burning. I take a deep breath: smoke. Perfume. Cold sweat and cheap gin. To my...
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...
There are limits no one can cross. Insurmountable obstacles. We all know how far our possibilities reach. Why should we try to overcome an obstacle if it is, in fact, insurmountable?
Freedom? What about freedom?
A human being is mortal, and the time available to us is limited...
Time leaves traces. It stays with us for a while, but it also reminds us that we are not free. Freedom.
“Freedom? What about freedom?”
We make decisions that change our lives. We run away, always trying to make ourselves free. From what? What do we think of when we speak of...
I wake up. A thought, first thing in the morning. The sun shines on my face. How delightful is the warmth. The path to the window, a glance outside. But then the shock: The Earth is spinning.