Fading away

The days fly by. They will fade away when I am soon buried under real circumstances. Where closeness is lacking, it is tangible here in a special way: an encounter with a stranger. Closeness cannot manifest itself where one would merely miss it; it will simply be here and have an effect on me. I

cold time

Those were rare, short years. When someone asked me back then, how are you and I was able to answer lightheartedly: ‘Yes, fine, thank you and how are you?’ Nowadays, I say the same thing, but only so that people don’t ask any more questions. … the cold, cold time …

the music of life

No memories for the music of life…The way existence passes …Slipping quietly through unseen voids …Time drifts like shadows …In nothingness, it shall end …