She can’t breathe. Trying to gasp for air. A rope is tied around her throat. She tries to free herself. With every breath she feels the narrowness. The pulse stops when he touches her. Millions of insects crawl, crawl and spread over her body. When he slowly strokes her shoulder, each of her limbs shrugs.Continue reading “Thinkpiece: From The Fairy Tale of Fear”
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. “Stay behind me, boys!!”- Tim screamed. Mile’s was behind me holding my shoulders. I did what Tim said. I could see in his eyes he was afraid but at the same time focused. I still don’t know what made me trust him up until that moment, and especially on that moment. “I won’t let anything happen to you, boys. Just stay put!” – He continued.Continue reading “Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter III”
Just over half of Berliners are singles. More than half of them are alone in Berlin, searching, despairing or instead enjoying their time alone. After the article “I am alone but not lonely” I thought a lot about being alone and having a life as a single. Mostly, people feel the same way as me. The different reactions of my interviewees were interesting. Many saw the question “Do you like being alone?” as a kind of accusation. “But I’m not,” they replied. I was specifically looking for people who understood me and my world of thoughts. Singles who enjoy being alone. Four people, four emotional worlds.
And one thing in common: we all like to be alone. We are all happy.
Interview with laura (alias). Text: MASHA
A toxic relationship is an unhealthy relationship that requires a lot of energy. I know it, I was in one. I met him in Paris, but he was from Berlin. After two months he invited me to move in with him. So we planned and organized everything together and I moved to him in the capital. Although we knew each other so little, everything felt so incredibly real and intense. His life impressed me, it was exciting and charming but at the same time chaotic and planned. He is a DJ and producer and therefore on the road every weekend.Continue reading “Soul Talk: Toxic danger – Lauras Story”
++++ UPDATE ++++++
Because of some complications we unfortunately have to postpone the podcast publication to the 1st of September.
Hope you understand! For all the Email Subscribers: You will receive a separate announcement.
Shhh. To all who can’t get enough of us! Literaa Poetry will soon be in your ears. “What do you mean?” You heard right. We will start soon with our own podcast. Just as Berlin is international, our podcast will also be bilingual. Sometimes in German, sometimes in English. If the demand is there, we will translate the podcast episodes and provide subtitles, so that everyone can listen to everything. Isn’t that cool?
What do you think?
You said you wanted to spend so many more summers with me.
You wanted to see so much more.
“The world, in all its width.” You said.
You wanted to taste the salty taste of the ocean,
bathe in the sea of emotions.
You wanted to flee reality, to be everywhere,
but not with yourself. “So let’s go, now!” You wrote.
You have always been a fascination for me.
Fascinatingly beautiful and dangerous.
We ran so fast that my sneakers sole was starting to come out.
A cloud of dust was beginning to rise with our rushed steps. I remember looking back one time, once we were far enough for me to have the courage to do it. The sun was almost catching the horizon, its blood red color combined with all the dust in the air made me feel I was seeing the earth burning. I could hear my brother sobbing. I wanted to stop and comfort him but I was too afraid for our lives. “Run, Miles!” – Those were the only words I was capable to pronounce at that time. We were about a half a mile away from the village when we spot a car coming towards us.Continue reading “Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter II”
I was never good with goodbyes.
I always felt a bitter taste on my mouth when I saw someone of whom I liked leaving. Not because of the fact that I would miss them, I actually was always lingering for a little bit of sorrow from time to time. No, it was because I could never express to them how much I cared. It was always too hard for me to show emotions when I was a kid. I always felt naked and vulnerable by doing it. So much I wished to be different, to don’t disappoint others, to not make them think I’m some kind of sociopath.Continue reading “Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter I”
“I’ve been here 10 years.”
He says as he takes a sip on his beer. “How come?” I ask smiling.
“I don’t know. I was travelling and somehow got stuck here. And now 10 years have passed.” He laughs as he looks away embarrased. You could see the toll of those 10 years by looking at him. He had aged but also remained young. His skin grew a somber tone and is now full of visible scars. Each scar has its own story. Every story with its unhealed wounds. He wanted to look younger than he was. Stronger than he ever would be. We remain silent for a moment.
My gaze also wanders across the beach. I lost myself in the depths.
To love is to let go. We are only as free as our imagination let us.
All this cliché thoughts were running through my mind. After that night, I wasn’t sure of anything anymore. I could’ve sworn that I heard something break on the back of my mind. A weight dropped. I didn’t knew how to live so light. Bondless. Every step I took I felt I was going to fall into an abyss. It was exhilarating as it was fearful. And that was the dilemma. The original dilemma for all of us. The choice between love and fear. What to do with our present emotions. Some of us feel those emotions coming like a big horrendous face coming at us screaming, like a vengeful ghost, trying to take those some of us to the depths of hell.