Fiction: Golden Plains – Chaper IV

My entire self was dominated by the vision of the beast. I was not on earth anymore. What mind could comprehend what just happened? Not the one of a 14 year old kid. My brother was gone. My friend was gone. Fantastic beasts were roaming around in the fields, and the only one who could…

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: A friendship

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. With me. 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…

Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter II

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…

Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter I

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…

Thinkpiece: Stranded Souls

“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…

Thoughts: Back then when we had dreams

Funny how naive we were. We had dreams, goals, plans. We were so convinced of it. Do a trip around the world with the old VW bus. Only with a tent and a backpack. To be independent, to live freedom – for the day. To hitchhike when money is tight, set up a tent somewhere…

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: Withdrawal

Cloud my day, fog my mind. Evaporating myself. Melt into you.We two – one thing in common: Our emptiness.I knew no breath, since it was yours.No movement, since you ran.Each of your words soaked in my body. Every anaesthetic grew into my skin.

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…