Uncountable times a day I fall into a sleepy state of wandering through imaginated scenes which are all constructed in my fantasy. They are reflecting my deepest wishes, a tale of everything I am longing for. I would float into a different universe where everything felt right. Where the colour of my skin is of no bad interest other than pointing out the...
The fruits were shining red, too beautiful and tempting to let them fade into the grey of regret. So you took them, made yourself vulnerable until the memories became a part of yourself. They crawled up your spine, into your vains and running through your blood until the caressing came haunting you every night. So remember, little darling, don't let it come too...
saw me, swallowed me, teared me apart, spit me out again and i have to accept that i'm weak and you won the fight. ...
Because I wonder when my daydreams will be fulfilled. Not yet. After waking up, reality ends the warm feeling. The smell of love diffuses as quickly as the scent of lavender on a cold and windy spring day. ...
Vor fast genau einem Jahr kehrte ich aus Israel zurück. Einige Fragmente, fast vergessene Erinnerungen kommen wieder hoch und ich möchte sie mit euch teilen.
A struggle of love and acceptance of your self, every day. Endlich melde ich mich mal wieder zu Wort. Leider nur mit Bildern aus dem letzten März, aber mich hat die Motivation gepackt, endlich mit all den Bildern aufzuräumen, die seit Monaten auf meiner Festplatte verstauben. Ich habe mich übrigens riesig über eurer Feedback über meinen Post gefreut, den ich nach Ghana geschrieben...
