Flight

Fear and madness in different ways

Cannot find words anymore

Just lost in my own mind

Again and again

Running in circles

Without any chance to stop this madness

Prison of Reason

Here I am as a prisoner of

My own incompetence

Unable to think clearly enough

Steered by semiconscious desires

Trapped in the over rational

Society of our time

Trying to get some wiggle room

Find a door

Venture into the reason

Beyond reason

Endgame

Is life worth living

What is good life?

People struggle to survive

Dying and defying

Death

That is painful

But is giving

Strength a little bit

Again the

Cycle of life

Is being closed

Creating A Story

Writing is working, trying to put a text together

Finding ways to understand reality in a different

Way. Describing the indescribable, creating new

Unknown worlds for the readers to venture into.

You don’t have to be an expert, journalist or writer

To do that, you just have to try. If you can’t write it

Tell your story to the public by recording it on “tape”

Or Video. A story has traditionally had a start, introducing

The characters and environment, after establishing those

Things something has to happen, the tension builds up

Until the grand finale. The climax is then replaced by a tune down

A conclusion, the hero goes unharmed after killing 50 bandits with

A shot gun, saving the girl and selling the dragon to the highest bidder.

That is storytelling a la Hollywood and it has it’s obvious limitations.

But it’s a way to start working with storytelling.

Presense

Inside myself

Inside my mind

Outside

The other people

Around me

Function and dysfunction

All around

This does not matter

Because I am here now

For good or bad in

This dreamy world

Of gray clouds

Midday Night

Night is in the middle of the day

Sun is shining but in my mind

It is still the middle of the night

Looking for ways out desperate

Hungry, angry and lonely

Knowing the sun will never

Rise again in my mind

Living like a vampire

In the middle of the day

Writing a Blog

Writing is a hard thing. Being critical does not work. Sometimes one just have to improvise. Writing comes from writing and the more you do it, the better. Life is short and the thing we put energy into effect us profoundly they change our direction in life. The stage is empty and so is the floor. To write on the WordPress or Twitter is to enter the stage and start playing. The audience however I’d or small will show up eventually if they know that you are there and play their tone.

What To Come

Seeing the future

In that slick facade,

The empty street,

Grey skies and spring

In February, people

Running from attraction to attraction

No peace, no joy or that much love

Only really good coffee remains