Walls.
All around.
Too high to climb.
Too deep to dig under.
Sealed off.
There are no doors.
No windows.
A perfect safe place.
A perfect prison.
I lived here for so long.
Alone.
Protected from everything around me.
Nothing could get to me.
Until one day.
You stood in front of me.
In my prison.
With no way in.
You managed to appear.
You stayed.
You made my prison a home.
This prison, which should keep everything out.
Finally feels right, since you came.
From within these walls, where i kept everything out.
I now ask you to stay.
Tag: way
As long as I was alive …
As long as I was alive, I was something.
That was just how it was.
But somewhere along the way it all changed.
Living turned me into nothing.
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Reality doesn’t impress me.
Reality doesn’t impress me.
I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy,
and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape,
one way or another. No more walls.
– Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love
Each person feels pain in his own way.
Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Suicide is…
Suicide is man’s way of telling God:
“You can’t fire me, I quit.”.
– Bill Maher
I don’t go out of my way …
I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all.
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Just tell me
Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Nobody likes …
Nobody likes being alone that much.
I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all.
It just leads to disappointment.
– Haruki Murakami
You know?
It is hard sometimes.
Sitting there and hardly being able to breath
because my chest is so heavy.
Feeling a firm grasp around my heart
making me feeling uneasy.
I am used to it for several years by now.
It seems like it has always been this way.
It seems like it has to be this way.
I wonder how it felt before.
Was i ever feeling easy.
But this burden is something i have to bear.
This is something i decided long ago.
And I will carry it to the very end.
– sanados
Finally
All this walking around.
Forward, backward.
Circles, yes, most times in circles.
Mile after mile.
After some time i found the way.
A straight line.
A long one.
I started running.
My shoes start to wear out.
I wonder how long they will last.
It’s been some time I’ve been running around.
Following the path in front of me.
Occasionally tried to break through the walls beside me.
Just to look down and continue on the path in front of me.
Left with some scratches on me.
Every now and then i find some water.
Even some food i managed to catch.
Just enough to stay alive.
Just enough to keep me on the track.
Only some miles more.
I try to tell myself.
Looking down this path.
Starring into an endless horizon.
Never asked how far i have to go.
Never dared to ask why i have to take this path.
I just know it is worth it.
What could be worth all of this?
Sweated my shirt long ago.
My trousers are worn out.
My hair and beard start to hinder me whilst walking.
Make me stumble and slow me down.
This long path in front of me.
And i am getting slower and slower.
Then i tripped and came to a halt.
Here I am now.
Kneeling and asking.
Is it really worth.
Then she took me in her arms and said:
“Finally you waited for me.”
– sanados
Once you know …
Once you know the truth
there is no way of escaping it again.
– unknown
Always tell the …
Always tell the truth.
That way, you don’t have to remember what you said.
– Mark Twain