The only trace of you
Is now your face,
Left on my hidden window.

Give me coffee,
Make me happy,
That's it.

Being happy isn't everything,
But we have to begin somewhere.

"You have to think
Outside the box".

            Schrödinger's cat

I will come from the other side,
If I might
Do it right,
I will come from the other side.

I will be a good person
In a perfect world of other good persons,
And then I will wake up to the real world, but I will forget,
How to not be a good person.

There's a lot of things,
Going through my heart,
It's a real highway.

I need only one thing
To be happy,
I have no idea, what.

I am not dead,
But I am trying.

There's only one thing,
That I don't understand.
It's my life.

Nothing is real,
Unless you say so.

Now, all the damage is irreversibly done.
You can fear nothing and stay happy forever.

I am tired to hate this gestalt,
I could do with a schadenfreude.

Every time
I am not entirely fine,
I am thinking about you,
And I am fine.

"And here we go again",
Said the Same ****
And went on.

I am up in the dirt,
You are down to all the stars.

Pay attention to what you are doing to your day.
It's also my day.

This once, a little girl was naughty,
But nobody saw it.
"What a disappointing experience!",
She cried out an made a mental note
To never be naughty quite alone.

What a strange choice: hope or breakfast?
Hope for what?
And most importantly: what kind of breakfast?

No silence is as useful as the one in a night desert.

It's very cold, you are still burning from the hidden sun, being completely alone with your thoughts, feelings, pains and hopes.

The silence begins then to talk to you, and you better listen, as it won't repeat itself for you.

Things keep happening to me.
They are telling me, that's life.
Maybe, but why the life is happening to me?

An elephant and a mouse
Bought together a house,
The elephant couldn't get in,
The mouse got lost in the huge house.

You are my shelter from the rain,
Once more, again and once again,
Without rain and after rain.

I have nothing to say,
But it took me all day
To figure it out.

A dictionary has been spilled into a desert,
And so many nice words are laying around, half-buried in the sand,
Waiting for a passer-by to be spelled.

As soon as possible,
As slow as possible,
And only if you can do both.

I'm thinking about tomorrow
In a way that, I hope,
Tomorrow isn't thinking about me.

A small tsunami wandered through the ocean,
Feeling abandoned, lost and alone,
Looking for friends and gaining on motion.

Take a train,
Then ditch the train,
Come to me
And stay with me.

The sky is elusive,
It escapes me,
It shows only cloudy shadows of, well, clouds.

We are stuck,
Let's move,
Let's be stuck elsewhere.

You are strange, your smile is weird,
As far as I know me,
You might be my fate.

At the corner of the street was a shop,
First it was a huge success, then a flop,
I don't know, why it went such a way,
But my life is such a shop, and I stay.

An elephant and a dolphin played together,
By a good weather or by a bad weather,
The elephant got bored, the dolphin got tired,
Their boss then came, and both were fired.

A book was written and rewritten,
Then maybe lost or maybe hidden,
Then reappeared once again,
Was read with joy and soothed pain,
The book about life and death,
The book about all this mess.

It could be worse,
It could be better,
Don't think of it,
It doesn't matter.

My way of thinking is beautiful,
My way of feeling is very beautiful,
My morning mirror is not asked about its opinion.

You asked me,
Whether I loved you,
But I wasn't available for any comments.

I love you,
I am sure now,
I asked around.

I am feeling,
That I shouldn't think too much
About my feelings.

I'm fragile, I'm alone,
I hate you,
Please come.

I am alone,
I am so alone,
Please leave your message
After the tone.

We all have something different,
Something unusual,
For instance a weird girlfriend.

This mountain is beautiful,
Like a huge dinosaur
After a couple of joints.

In the painstream of my life,
You are the torrent
That keeps me alive.

Don't dream about your fantasies,
It's a second-level dreaming,
And it's weird.

It's the best of all the parallel Universes,
That we know of,
And by we I mean all of me.

If a shoe doesn't fit,
You don't caresse the shoe,
You look for another shoe.

There's no force in the world
To prevent me from being stupid,
And that terrifies me at times
Into being clever.

We came from the heavens,
Because the gravity's got messed up
And the winter is coming.