All The Words: February 2013
March 2, 2013 § 2 Comments
Dream: there in here.
Sehnsucht: here without there.
Desire: Sehnsucht in a body.
Language: like the air that turns into rain and waters the earth, thought turns into language. Same but different logos.
Moon: a partly full life in quarters, sometimes old, sometimes new, and always in the dark.
Water: could go through anything but of course it chooses the easiest way. (Probably male.)
Fire: *does* go through anything but water.
Midnight: not enough in the middle of the night.
Midnight: not in the middle of the night enough.
Sleep: our body’s caretaker.
Sleep: body snatcher.
Sleep, what have you done with that me of yesterday? She had one or two thoughts I’d like back before she disappears. Mirror?
Mirror: behind its nothing, hidden, the endless pictures of all the ones we’ve been and all the yesterdays, sorted in light and colour.
Night: when young thoughts fly around in the dark, just like tiny little bats, soundless and shy.
Help: a chance for the one helping.
Regret: a winter word; likes fireplaces, old photo albums, remembers long names.
Insomnia: just another way to be away, only a bit darker than usual.
Insecurity: the flickering light at the entrance door. You see an exit.
Night: a day’s second chance.
Morning: comes earlier for sure.
Mornings: all you have to do is to forget that night existed.
Fate: there’s always a harder one than our own, but it becomes part of ours as soon as we know it.
Fear: too much information.
Fear: not enough information.
Antidote: a kind doppelgänger; comes your way, giving what you need; must be well portioned, too.
Sacrifice: the precious, the unique, the gone. Damned to remember.
Celebration: variations of vibrations.
Weather: earth breaths, coughs, and sneezes.
New Moon: the darkest night is a night of a birth.
Death: it’s all about how dying.
Death: so unrealistic. Always in slow motion.
Death: we owe all the love to the fear of it.
Soul: We take turns in travelling: sometimes it’s us without it, sometimes it’s it without us. There’s no exile when we’re together.
Love: there must be a way without it, but who cares?
Fragile: it has been in pieces many times; now it’s back together. Touch.
Strangers: not the ones who have never met (for they don’t exist for each other), but those who have met and looked away.
Sorrow: has long uncombed curly hair, likes old stories, takes no risks.
Time: sometimes water, sometimes oil, in the same old clay pot.
Insomnia: like the narrow throat of a bottle full night.
Rivers: some are not there to be crossed, but to cross.
Melancholia: dark room but one with a view.
Depression: dark room and you’ve closed the window shutters.
Spieltrieb: how the human race cheats its way through.
Miteinander: because without would be so lonely.
Νύχτα: όταν μελαγχολεί η μέρα.
Words: even one can cause an earthquake.
Thoughts: like underwater currents.
Bodies: all that is really there, all that is really gone.
Trees: bound to earth not by their roots but by the fruits they bear.
Thoughts: our emotions are our first thoughts, logic and reality work at their construction site, but so much falls back into emotion again.
Sadness: easy to say ‘like a veil covering everything’ but sadness is always inside, keeping warm and silent; a seed that sprouts in winter.
Happiness: good when now, sad when then.
Honesty: that one morning.
Definitions: playing Prometheus with words and risking punishment by meanings.
Loneliness: the night ahead, the hours behind, a mirror in between.
Doppelgänger: not the one.