Under my eyelids,
small and large, hidden feelings.
They are pinching, twisting,
healing me.

But when I open my eyes,
everything begins anew.
The train cuts through reality
flowing in a big hurry.
This is my private driving force.

The nod of ironic thoughts
bursts inside implicit words.
Welcome my smile-finally
you have appeared!
My missed special guest.

Now, everything is fine.
I only enjoy a comic mood.
It was too serious and heavy
So, I switch off my mode:
Complicating Even Simple
I choose to jump in a rumpled glory
between spicy, witty meanings.

I am the greatest craftsman there is

I don’t make precious jewels
Neither do I make intricate sculptures from wood or stone
I can’t even wrap my head around paintings
Nor can I claim to understand the inner workings of a clock
I don’t know the basics of baking
Needless to say I can’t go near a beautiful dress

But there is one thing I know how make
A priceless thing at that
People wish they could own it
Yet it often just slips through their fingers

Newborns have it to spare
Foggies are scrunching for more
Kids spend theirs playing and laughing
Adults often wish they had spent theirs more wisely

I’m very good at making my thing
Too bad I can’t sell it for a living
At least I can make it for myself
And give it to the people I care about

But sometimes…
The person I love about can’t give me theirs
They say…
“I don’t have enough for myself,
I don’t have enough for you”

And to that I just want to say…
“Just make more time,
I made time for you
I expected the same in return”

Love goes away then returns
Sometimes it takes years to come back
People come and go in our life
Familiar memories
Long distances, no contact
Hearts are broken
Can you forgive?
Can you forget the pain?
Can you live again?
It rained down for many years
Lost so many tears
        In this lifetime
I ask myself why?
Did I cry?
Did I have to go through this?
Love is unpredictable
Love is a lot of work

The sun wanted to sleep.
Before saying goodbye
blushing Sun painted the sky.
Fragrance of colors filling the blue ceiling
with touches of yellow, orange and pink.
Bluish purple was born and aromatic lavender perfumed the air.
Welcoming the night.


Shell✨🐚