Thinkpiece: About chance and failed love

She says, “I still have to think about him a lot.” And smiles. We meet on a park bench, she with her newspaper, me with my coffee. Actually, it should only be a short walk on a Sunday morning. Instead I met this older woman. Quite by chance. An encounter that I won’t forget so…

Thinkpiece: Von Zufällen und der gescheiterten Liebe

Sie sagt: „Ich muss noch oft an ihn denken.“ Und lächelt. Wir treffen uns auf einer Parkbank, sie mit ihrer Zeitung, ich mit meinem Kaffee. Eigentlich sollte es nur ein kurzer Spaziergang am Sonntagmorgen werden. Stattdessen traf ich diese ältere Frau. Ganz zufällig. Eine Begegnung, die ich so schnell nicht vergessen werde. Sie schaut zum…

Drunk Sailor

Maybe the boat of a drunk sailor still finds homeLeaning over but never fallingSalty crust in his hair and day dreaming under the moon

Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter III

A sea of sparrows lifts into the air. It was like the entire golden fields were reaching to the sky. We were all trying to see beyond them. Thousands and thousands of fleeting shadows cutting our sight. The chirping coming from all sides made it impossible to understand from where the screams where coming from….

Fiction: Spring of life – Chapter III

I always disagreed with my heart. It always pulled to dark end corners of my mind, where the impossible kept me afloat from the stillness of the life surrounding me. Always so behaved creatures, so controlled and straight. Mistreating and misbehaving the truth. The world needs more than the things it had so far. Change…

Fiction: Spring of Life – Chapter II

Procrastination: Being trapped in a dream world that prevents us from living our dreams on the real one. My life so far was a steady monochord rhythm, two chords repeating day and night. I always thinking how the song would continue. As I turned my face to look at her on that spring afternoon, I…