I'm hard to please and easy to make cry...
Did I say this loud?
(crying).

All my life
I'm getting out of strange situations
Only to get into weird ones.

Sometimes I drink alcohol,
Sometimes I look into the sky,
I am human.

Imagine a country, where the question "Why not?" is a serious criminal offence. All the geniuses and idiots would be in prison, I guess.
And I wonder, what would happen then.

There's nothing
And then not much,
That is my life,
As such.

If I had time, I wouldn't need much space.

I'm mostly happy. I hope, that's ok.

I can't do it, unless I did it already.

Once again, I couldn't pay my bills. I can only pay attention.

At least, I tried. I just don't remember, what.

Depression and anxiety aren't that much fun anymore, as they used to be.
So I'm just a bit sad, in no particular order.

You don't have to be odd,
To get even.

I am not joking,
You are not joking,
They are not joking,
Nobody is joking.
It's funny, somehow.

Now is not the right place,
Here is not the right time
For anything to be fine.

My soul wants to be in one piece,
In one place,
Feeling happy.

They told me, I should be concerned,
Not worried, but just concerned,
And I'm very worried right now.

Anything under the rain
Is so much better
As the dry version of pain.

the daily wonder of words,
that open new worlds,
every day,
to discover and maybe to stay.

People are strange,
You are not,
Live with it.

Daily, perhaps even twice,
I am still looking,
And sometimes, I am looking nice.

Call me, if you need my help,
Call me, if you are fine,
Call me,
As I'm reaching the point of no return to my unaccepted apologies.

there is always
only one person,
in the whole world,
and it's never me.

It's a miracle,
That I live
And have you,
On my side.

I'm not tired anymore,
I'm now only slightly curious,
How much I can take it more.

She wants him to be athletic, beautiful, chivalrous, cute, fun, handsome, intelligent, merry, ****, sweet and witty,
He, on the other hand, wouldn't mind a pizza.

The ocean can be empty,
You shouldn't.

in the strangeness of coming winter
I intend to come back to me
and finally leave me alone.

You have my understanding,
But it's not enough,
Unless you have my love.

Exhaustion,
Mirror,
Face,
Confirmation of the exhaustion.

Huge crowds of imaginary people are looking at you.
Be quiet, look happy.

My understanding is trending,
Everyone suddenly needs
My understanding.

I never looked back,
I never looked sad,
I never looked mad,
I'm ok, I'm not bad.

Sailing through ceilings,
Looking through walls,
Going down the dreams.

That is your way,
And on your way
You stay.

There is only one thing,
That is certain and sure:
I will never be sure,
I will never be sure.

A vicious criminal
Met his victim,
Which he mercilessly bored to death.

I took a book,
And I was taken by the book
I took.

In the process of living
Lies the beginning,
But to what end?

They are not burning bridges,
They are not burning castles,
They are burning themselves.

That's not difficult,
That's impossible,
Which is much easier.

Please, disappear in the golden mist,
Romantically,
But do disappear.

Remember, remember
The end of November,
The start of December,
Remember, remember.

straight lines
are going into nowhere,
just like me.

My body is a bewildered host,
My soul is staying in home office,
The door is closed,
The key lost.

Be sophisticated:
Don't make your life complicated,
Make it simple.

There will be no words
Coming from my mouth,
I'll be silent like Buddha,
Who is having a nap.

You didn't,
I don't,
We won't.

It is bound
To be very profound,
Otherwise it's just stupid.

A cowboy and a gun
Are never done
With each other,
Because they are rather
Having a lot of fun.

Loose words
Are having fun
In my mind.

Let us meet,
In a shadow place,
Where we can be
Face to face.

My life is a living hell
In a dead paradise,
I'm looking up in falling down.

Too much thinking is a slow killer,
Think about it,
But not too much.

'My New Year's resolutions are not to lie and never accept any lies...'
(is killed by the fallen sky).

Nothing is happening,
Nothing is happening,
Nothing is happening
Too many times.