there is someone in my mirror,
someone i know well.
its bones are cracked
but it feels no pain.
its lips are black
and eyes are gray.
every now and then
it tries to escape,
it breaks the glass
and cuts its face.
and when we met
it had new scars,
that never hurt,
and never bled.
it counts my words
and then goes mad,
if my hairs are not
perfect on my head.
it tells me where
it tells me when,
and then goes mad
if i don't obey.
it wakes me up
to check the door,
and then goes mad
if it's locked once.
it moans and cries
if i knock three times,
instead of four
which is fine.
it whispers softly
when i walk,
to make sure
my steps are all
carefully counted
four.

Alone again.
Did I let it happen,
Did my ego lose a battle
with this ever-lasting chaos,
It must be so,
Because my ego made it clear,
You will never write again
your paper will stay clean.
And my heavy cloud
aimed at me again,
It became a mask
to hide me from the page.
It hid me from myself
and said this was now me,
It said I have no one to blame
but false reality.
It told me I was perfect,
It told me life's for me,
It told me to forget
the truth and then it buried it.
and just when I imagined
this lie to be my life,
I saw myself in broken glass
and I have had enough.
enough of being human
or falsely living free,
And ego had to die three times
to make my chaos clear.
No more lies,
No more masks,
No more perfect scenes.
now I understand myself,
for who I choose to be.
In my raw reality,
living lies is not for me.
Painted with pain
and scars of my past,
Once more I can create
something that will last.

Memories of cold
before my eyes unfold,
Waking from my dreams
and in my mind they grow.
Today my soul is tempted
but I choose to be patient.
Today I am making peace
with all of my creation.
This is my true face,
This is my rebirth.
The reaper I was hiding from
was living the truth.

Now I know freedom
by the taste of bitter,
And I know I'll soon forget
thoughts that were sweeter.
My destruction is creation,
My death is a new page,
I will write an introduction
with ego's dying breath.

It came with the first rain in October,
the feeling of solitude.
And much like the rain,
it was unwanted
but needed.

another sun is rising without you.
Another morning has come for someone,
but not for me.
Another spring without roses
and another winter of snow.

My dear, dear friend,
how many months has it been
since my soul was young?
How many days have passed
since I did not yet understand?

My dearest friend,
if only I was ready to listen
I would never let them take you
or let you go into the unknown.
I would tell you I understand,
I would tell you not to go yet
or I would go with you.

Dear friend,
in your peaceful sky
you must be happier.
I forgive you for leaving me.
Forgive me for letting go.

My dear, dear friend,
one summer morning
we shall meet again.

I surrender my body to the love burning in me
like a force tearing me apart
and I surrender to the present,
moving timeless waves hidden in a box of flesh.
Fire rushes to reach the surface to leave the shackles of human remains,
wind carries thought to every star sinking into water with drops of tears
and buries them into earth to be reborn every time I look at you.

The astronaut was so close
to the Sun.
He almost felt
the burning of comfort.
He would burn to
not vanish to darkness.
The black hole will never
stop following him.