A new little story from me. Don't worry, no humor, hey hey (just kidding). The idea came to me quite spontaneously, let's see what comes out ...






Running all my life




>> It is ....


Sweet and easy. And warm ... yes warm. Like a thick blanket. But at the same time bitter and difficult. And so cold as if everything around you is freezing.


It is ... everything and yet ... nothing.


I think ... that's how I would describe being in love ... yes, that is. <<




Like a kiss from another world and time, because the wind carried it here on its invisible wings. Who now gently moves over the faces of all lonely people. Makes you laugh and cry. Sends a brief ray of hope into everyone's life, and holds a promise. A promise that goes beyond space and time, a contract that has not been recorded on tattered paper, something eternal. The answer. The answer to the questions that belong to everyone and yet not belong to anyone.



>> There is a story .... of a lonely goddess .... at a time when we were whole .... and she was jealous. That is why it divided us ... that we have been looking for for centuries ... for our second half. <<




Where are you? Why are you hiding from me Why am I in front of you?


Maybe I've met you on the street before, maybe for a second I saw the light in your eyes that is so like mine, that shone brighter than every star in the sky in my soul. Why can't I remember ... myself.


Why is everything around me so dark and black? So dark and abandoned


We humans wander through our lives without really knowing where our path will lead us, without knowing what was. Because we forget. Everything. When we die. Our soul is free again. And then our personality dies. Very slowly, so that we don't notice when we lose ourselves. Until only our consciousness remains, that floats, flies over green meadows and mountains and in which something sounds, a light tone, weak and yet of a clarity that does not exist again, an old knowledge and an old promise.That always accompanies us. Treads our path with us, leads us.




We weren't asked. Nobody was asked if he wanted to enter. In the eternal cycle of life. Maybe we can't remember it either. It's better this way. Then I can at least blame someone else. At least take a little stone from my bent back. And then ... I keep walking. In the knowledge at some point, even if it is no longer in people's time calculation, no longer in their imagination, the wind no longer has to bring me the gentle kiss. Do I no longer have to endure just thinking about love.


I believe in this moment ... if I die for good, my spirit will go away. Forever. Because then ... there is nothing left for me to look for. Then ... I am whole. Peace. Never again hike in the dark.


But until then ... everything stands still, nothing really moves. Only my feet carry me from one unknown place to another.So long ... how much longer?




The sky is grey. So gray that it suffocates the senses and makes me a prisoner. Trapped in myself. The rain pounds steadily against the tall windows. People wander through the dark on the streets, everyone is alone and yet they are all connected to one another. Their steps echo on the cold pavement of the gray streets. I am like them. Two people under 6 billion.




Why is my heart heavy ... when the wind blows.




Hope you liked it. I was in such a mood again. Probably such stories are just better for me ... What the cause of it might be?


By the way it gets * drum roll * mentally disturbed




Here is the first trailer: well, probably a little introduction:




I believe it is our fate to be here, it is our destiny.


I believe this night holds for each and everyone of us the very meaning of our lives.


This is a war and we are soldiers ....

what if tomorrow the war could be over, isn't that worth fighting for


.... isn't that worth dying for?


What if you were your own worst enemy?


2589 the last judgment has you ....




"What ... what is the system?" "I ... am the system"




And now I ask for a lot of comments! I write faster when I get more comments. And once again (and above all, the sensitive will try to deal with it) criticism is welcome!


yingyang








He asks me what I love most ... to which I answer: my life ... and he goes away ... but he doesn't know that he is my life ...


(it's not mine. I've read something similar)