In the middle of the middle
of no space
a pair of yellow, childlike eyes,
innocent and with
just a trace of oblivion,
opens

Bleeding hands,
dear rub
your  face
analyse over and over
       what is there to ask but
one thing:
do you
really wanna cling to this
do you

Your shield and sword merge
into one thing being
a dead sure
statement
you can
uphold
eternally

Healing
Takes time, they say

I think Healing
Deserves time.

🌱

Night exhales
Her cold breath in your face
Telling you stories of fear

A nightingale shouts
Her little heart out
For your soul to hear
Where to reach

A rush through the air
Your head tilted back
By a violent grab of your hair

A little bird's flutter
Two lips that stutter
A motionless prayer

A story of Night
That likes to play make-believe

A young pounding heart
That learns within brief
It was played from the start

This tale
Just a dream
Of tonight

As you grew into
Your true Form the scenery
Before your very eyes,
Too,
Changes and turns
Into the live version of what you
Always perceived
As remembering forward.

You are perfect, cause time has always been for you.

❤️

A girl in the streets, *****, untidy hair a scary look on the face plays
a violin facing
all the while
the man who hates it

One by one he
cuts
her strings but she
keeps playing without a single
alteration on her face

Not even after the
very
last
string has - with a final thud - been cut in half
does she stir

And only when -

It's only then that he does realise
grows pale and with wide eyes feels something sting:
the sound never came from the instrument.

He exhales
gives in
surrenders to the
vibrant sound surrounding
his every cell and hair and thought
bathes
in what ought to be
for so long

You shake of the little
That still clings
To your Form, with loving
Assertion

We can do this now

Shake of your old roles
And in this way allow freedom to become
Non-possesive

How does the light work
Says the bird to the other
And does it hurt to get
Caught in its radiance

A girl with soft hair cut
herself in three parts once;
One to break forth
and live
through every wild adventure,
one to pretend
to hold her back
to never lack the challenge,
and then the third to have
this story
written down and merge them
back together
like feathers falling from the sky
before your feet
and have you read this,
Dear,
and have you
read this

The impact of your golden boots on the cobble stone is heavy,
getting more decisive with every step of the path, forward.
Your deep-red silk cloak sways in the wind
and covers your shoulders and back;
you are on the way, and it is good.

Imagine a king who sets one foot in front of the other, not yet
a hundred percent convinced
that he is going to like his job, this work.
A king who, nevertheless, takes it, because it is his place
and because it is time.
Imagine a king walking with heavy step so as to be heard;
a king whose first command is one pronounced with utter clarity - because it is necessary.
Imagine a king emerging,
leaving all insecurities behind - because it is time.

Imagine this king, secretly pressing - under his red cloak -
his right hand on a spot a bit above his pounding heart,
bracing himself.
For all this is new.

Imagine a king who is human, and knows it.

I wake Up
Circle Moment
Doubt, thought patterns....
I know this
and already wrote down
Things that could nourish me today
And then tomorrow, we will See

💚

"You taught me the courage of stars
before you left
How light carries on endlessly,
even after death
With shortness of breath
You explained the infinite
And how rare and beautiful it is
to even exist"

🎼✨

You're
allowed to breathe
with everything you are
You're allowed
to breathe and
take
Space
wrap yourself around
those obstacles
like water
til they
melt

During the Long Night
a snowflake got caught
in your dark hair
shimmering in silver light

During the Long Night
You always knew
how to conserve a spark
how to share its light

The slightest
twitch

your palm seeking
my chest

still working on
building down
the filters that have your hand stop
in mid-air

You look at Yourself, at what you are, how soft you feel, how gentle - and you think - can that be can that really be here -  and you start growing around Yourself grow around until every inch of this gentleness is now
protected until
every cell and non-cell knows
You are supposed to be exactly this way and right here where you are
until you intertwine
with what you protect
know it inside out and
embody it without
hiding without thinking without
fear
Just
Being what you always were

My heart is swelling when I think
About all you did for me
Totally selfless
Also
It cries for you
Because I see that you dealt with the horrors
All alone