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So weit wie der Himmel
So endlos die Träume,
Die uns hoffen lassen
Und nie verblassen.
Träume wie helle Sterne
Scheinen durch unsere Sicht
Leuchten dabei in der Ferne
Leiten uns mit ihrem Licht
Manche von uns erreichen diese
Manche bleiben ihnen ewig fern
Manche Träume werden vergessen
Manche fallen wie ein Stern
So endlos die Träume,
Die uns hoffen lassen
Und nie verblassen.
Träume wie helle Sterne
Scheinen durch unsere Sicht
Leuchten dabei in der Ferne
Leiten uns mit ihrem Licht
Manche von uns erreichen diese
Manche bleiben ihnen ewig fern
Manche Träume werden vergessen
Manche fallen wie ein Stern
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And Just Like That Letting Go Feels So Much Easier
There's something life changing in the way you tap your pen against the desk.
I'm not just saying so to sound poetically nice on page,
but because with the click of your pen meeting wood I can see myself on the other side, being caught in your gaze when you look out over your glasses.
I see myself telling you how annoying it is.
You sticking your tongue out and laughing.
I would say it not because the sound drives me crazy,
but because seeing you laughing does.
When I say something as small as a nervous tick is life changing it's because I can feel you changing my life.
Even in the small moments.
Literature
Letting the Past Die
Letting the Past Die
11/4/18
The past—everyone says to let it go
Despite being its present descendants
And resulting culminations—echoes
Pictures paused, prompting pensive reminiscence
And subsequent self-reflection. It stores
Memories fleeting adrift in oceans
Flooded from the stress of living life coursed
In cutthroat waters, chasing promotions
Or raises—hooked as soon as we taste it
Just once. While revisiting my past, I
Recovered fragments, memories lost in
The growing countless chapters cast aside
Ignored: old friends, faces I'd forgotten
Unclaimed treasures of moments I’d have cherished
Forever had I known what
Literature
What we used to have
Those eyes, those attractive features...for two years he had haunted me wherever I went, and now he was standing before me – alive and well. Five long years, and yet those five years had barely touched his outer appearance. He reminded me still of the youth I met back then, when we could have been something called friends, instead of strangers with some memories. While not scrutinising him, I did take my time taking in what I recognised and what five years had changed in the one who mustered me as well. He was still pale, under his eyes the signs of his insomnia could be seen even after all this time. The biggest change was his snakebite piercings. A wry smile, and I then wiped sudden tears aside, the moment I noticed the one feature that caught my eye five years prior. “Still liking the emo-style I see.” A pale smile, and he then shook his head – the fringe of his dark hair fell further into his eyes and his fingers then tugged at some of the strands, a bit self-conscious it
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