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

Downhill

Finally the depression

Reached me

Back home

Downhill a bad day

As a dysfunctional family work

We bring each other down

Running

Keep on running

Running and running

The best way of keeping

Destructive actions at bay

Meaningless words are meaningless

Competition

My father told me how to lose

And leave things behind

Every Friday he had to win

Every Friday we played badminton

I being smaller was an easy match for him

One time things turned out differently

We went skiing in the mountains

The bitter cold at top and gray sky

Made him challenge me

-First to the bottom wins he said

And off I went

Fearless down the hill

He came far behind

I won not by 100 meter

But maybe 400 meter

He never spoke about it

Again

Traveling back to my land

Lost in memory

Lost because of deceit

A normal way to acquire

What you need in my

Family

We stole from the start

Until the very end

Even from our own of course

Leaving behind broken

Hearts and lives