The Big Void

Searching for new sensations

To fill the void

Being surrounded by

Neurotic people creates

A feeling of being drained

NO energy left

Just a lot of musts

One Way Only

Rigidity is one way

To deal with reality

Sometimes it works

Most times it doesn’t

A sort of delicate balance

A way to understand the world

Without varieties or alterations

An excellent choice in many ways

Even though it destroys for the people

Around who just has to accept

Whatever is in your head at the moment

Love

Love is beautiful madness

An insane projection

That takes over your

Mind and body

Numbing your senses

Until you wake up

After a few years

With a family

That can transfer

The madness into

The unforeseeable future

Melodrama

Living in a consistent

Melodrama

Every morning and evening

It has no end

Just a continuous crisis

And then of course

The shutdown of feelings

Watching Netflix, eating and drinking

Too much,

Running

To much

But it will stick to you

So that you cannot leave

Year after year

Staying in this dysfunctional pattern

Until it breaks your health

And you are thrown out

Like trash in the backyard

The Wanderer’s Story

My life is over and done with

Only the last chapter remain

The snow keeps falling

Outside the window

And it will keep on falling

Life were never easy

I never let it be

No one around me

Took it easy

The uneasy life

Got into everything

We all got caught in our

Patterns

Until I woke up

One morning and realised

That it did not matter

And walked of

Into to the wild

I never looked back

Growing Up

Chaos and semi total attention

Never peace just a lot of desires

Demands, crying and screaming

That is what is like to grow up

When we teach them that

Behavior

Reflecting the parents narcissistic nature

Creating that beautiful wheel of Karma

Spinning round and round

In eternity until the almighty had

Enough and destroys it all

Eventually

Meadows

The late evening

Were filled Sounds

Vibrations from another

Century another lifetime

People, friends long gone

Talking laughing and screaming

The mist made them invisible

Indivisible from the trees in the forest

Maybe it all happened inside

The dreams of past summers

Still I meet them there every midsummer night

Downhill

Finally the depression

Reached me

Back home

Downhill a bad day

As a dysfunctional family work

We bring each other down