Written by heart

Why is it so easy for people to leave me behind? For me all of this can hardly be put into words. Every time I let people into my heart and each time they enter it again. I keep trying to trust. But how is that supposed to work without completely messing up my life? Because obviously everyone is going their usual way. Why am I the one lying broken on the floor? Many tells me be strong, nothing can knock you off so easily. But sometimes I find it difficult to build on my own strengths. Since when have I been such a battered and broken soul? The silent cry for help has been in my throat for a long time. But nobody wants to hear that's why I don't want to bother anyone. But why is there nobody there for me? Because I´ve always been there for others. Why can't I be valuable? Because my feelings and thoughts are always so pure. How am I supposed to trust anyone else? Without looking back at the past? I always try to look ahead without suffocating a...

In a fast-paced, media-ruled and hypocritical world like this today, it is important to have people around you who give you the support you need when you are stumbling. Who are at your side in all situations. Even if these people are not always physically present, they are always with you in your heart. Who are always loyal to you and you can be 100% sure that they will never lie to you, as honesty is one of the most important pillars of a good friendship or a good relationship. In addition, the trust that you give to people is just as important. Of course, nobody can give you a guarantee that the person you trust unconditionally will never betray you or take advantage of your trust. But that's where 100% honesty is there, which should give you the security you need to be able to trust people. But not only the "more serious" issues are important in a healthy relationship / friendship. But also that you have fun together, share the same sense of humor, and can laugh togeth...

 Have you called me a stranger  yet while I'm unlearning your name  our story rests in your drawer  on a dusty half page All the tears I have cried for you  carried me away into the night the stars used to be dancing,  now I'm blinded by the light All the promises made  could fill up a cup  but when I was thirsty for it  it's been dry from the start You triggered my guilt And i tripped over it hard Have you called me your stranger? Have you named me your art?

Christmas is family time. The time in which you slow down and reflect on what really counts in life. But for me it is also the time of the dead. Because in a time like this one becomes aware of who has left us. Who you will never celebrate a Christmas or something with again. Who was torn from life in the blink of an eye. For the last three years I have been reminded of an experience at this time ... I can still clearly remember that a good friend from the family called our home on the Saturday before Christmas Eve to clarify something with us, because she was also our hairdresser at the same time. It was actually an insignificant conversation. We laughed and talked. But in retrospect, the conversation burned into my memory. Because nobody suspected at the moment that it would be the last. Forever! They call came on Monday. Maria died. There was total emptiness in my head. It felt like time stood still. None of that made sense to me. Because 24 hours earlier I had spoken to her. How ca...

Ever heard about three legs of a tripod stand? I heard it in a movie and thought about it in depth and felt something so deep. For me it has a meaning of an unbreakable bond between a perfect trio. I have two in my life. One is that which most of us can feel LUCKILY. It's between father, mother and you. The second one I got once again LUCKILY in my life. And yes we do share a special bond. When we spend time it's a perfect feeling of togetherness. But what's the meaning of life without any problem? Out of three of us only two stands have been united... One is yet to be united. And we really hope that soon we make a complete tripod. Though not made in reality but definitely yes, we have made it through hearts. We find peace together in this chaotic world full of new snakes raining in our life everyday. This tripod can easily share any of there emotion freely in front of each other, when they are sad maximum time they are successful in boosting up the mood but even if not the...

Ask yourself a question: "Are you perfectly happy?" and if so, "Can you be perfectly happy?" and "What does it mean to be perfectly happy?" In my opinion, I would say that I am not perfectly happy and never can be. Because a person who is perfectly happy does he still have dreams and desires that he can and wants to strive for? Because if you take a closer look at the word desireless, there are two words in it. The word "wish" and the word "go". The word "wish" shows that striving for something new and striving for something that one has not yet achieved. This shows the will and the desire to be alive. The thirst for life that one feels. Because you enjoy everything you get to know again or to relive something. But if you put this in connection with the word "go" all of that is called into question. Because "no wish" means that you have no more goals, no dreams that you want to realize and everything is mea...

Have you ever felt that you're just treated like a doll by everyone? Not in that princess or prince sense but like a toy doll. They are just attracted how beautiful and cute this doll is. The want to stay with you, they want to cuddle you while sleeping, they want to see all the good inside you. But when the time passes and the doll needs some stitches to be in a perfect shape again at that time rather than treating the doll they just throw it away. Their purpose is fulfilled now till the time they needed you so they just throw you. Are you really the one who is a toy doll in this situation? No you're not.  But if we look from a doll's point of view what does it want? Sitting inside the shop looking at customers and having an urge to be bought by someone. When someone finally accepts it and buys it the doll is very happy. But when it gets older and torn or broken she's just thrown away. But what would a good human do who is attached to it? He will give it some stitches ...

I believed every single word you say. But every single word you said was a lie! I enjoyed every single moment with you. But none of them were real. It's all just a sham made of lies! I have absorbed and immortalized every single moment of you. But none of it was real. All just smoke and sound. With every gesture and with every "dear" word you wrapped me up, paralyzed me and won me over. But everything was a lie. Nothing was real. All just poison that is supposed to break me piece by piece and  then should be docile and then break very slowly.  But I was blind to it and trusted you again and again. Always given you a new chance. And you? Played with me Broken me piece by piece and threw all my individual parts in the dirt and trampled on them as if all of this was worthless. I saw all of this as a token of your love, but you mocked me and talked about me from behind. Offended me badly, criticized me and didn't accept me for who I am. And yet I would help you up every t...

All our lives we're taught to hate. Different religions, different governments, yes.  We are raised to be biased toward our own kin: OUR color, OUR country, OUR race.  We live in splashes and bursts of disarray,  Flashes of hope, smashing joy but omnipresent enmity  Gnawing on our inner lining like festering starvation,  Causing the delicate threads of humanity to fray. Why does it have to be this way? Think. Unity is nothing but a hollow sound  A smattering of alphabets, thrown together.  Like infinity, a mere concept that Political boardrooms like to bounce around. We are too vain, too crazed, and much too self-centred To bring our own faults to the foreground,  We Would rather watch our homes crash and burn And erupt in wars of caste and gender, Re-ignite the raw wounds, so tender! Admit. We paint ourselves pure white every day Preaching love sanity and goodwill.  Yet behind locked doors influence our young to Indulge in blood wars and war...

Once people stand on their legs and learn how to walk they forget about those who gave them there finger to teach them how to walk. Even though you are an athlete, a rich person or a famous person you are so because of that finger. This finger is the base to everything. Never cut down this finger when you don't need it because it's never like you don't need it. This finger has seen more world and experienced more than you. When you fall down this finger is always there to help you to rise again. When everyone is against you this finger turns into a defense castle for you. When you get a bone cracked what do you do? Just leave it? Let it break and bend more? Or break it even more? I think you take support of a plaster. Similarly  when this finger is in it's old age and starts bending down don't just let it bend down and break it more, rather be the plaster of support and love for it. Now it's your turn to give all your fingers making a complete hand to this finge...

                                                                                                      ...DESTROY ME! Looking back, the last days and weeks have shown me how much I can count on you and your support. It's a blessing! Which fills me with pride and happiness. This feeling of knowing someone like you by my side cannot be put into words. Because to get this honor, to enjoy your trust and to feel your support every day is priceless. Thanks for that! I have never met such an honest and pure person (both in heart and in head) like you in my life. Please keep this always. Because that is a gift that not everyone...

There are stories in the way her eyes blink  in her low smiles,  and in the way she holds her own hands in how she only looks down ones she's too afraid to tell, or remember let me you don't have to change, I'll wait let me pluck every thorn that grows out of you blood on my hare fingers, as I grit my teeth until you're free of what you think hurts you and those around you, and maybe  then I can finally receive your embrace without you holding back I'll teach myself to be patient remember who you were before the tragedies happened go home to yourself  I'll still be here when you return.

The pre-Christmas season begins. Houses and apartments are being decorated everywhere. Fairy lights are hung up, and there is space for any kind of decorative material. From Santa Clauses and angels to Christmas tree balls and fir branches, everything is available. It glitters and sparkles everywhere. The candles and fairy lights illuminate every apartment and bathe them in a cozy and cozy light. In addition, the radio plays the Christmas song in the background, such as "Last Christmas" or "Santa Clause is coming to town", up and down. Cookies, gingerbread and Linzer are baked in every household. The delicious pastries spread their scents throughout the apartment. It smells of cinnamon, star anise, vanilla, cardamom and cloves. All these Christmas spices underline the Christmas mood. People are singing, talking and laughing everywhere. The families consciously spend more time together during this contemplative time. Unfortunately, there is so little time left during...