The road was long. In most moments we fought boredom, didn’t we? And we won. So we are here. I won’t regret a thing. Like you.
Remember those days we pasted up stickers all over the town, some works still to see. Think of us djing in dark locations until sunrise (What happened there, stays there, oh, my beauties, oh, wet walls…). Or imagine how we performed poetry in front of the working ministry, including laughing unemployeds. This was my story but now it’s ours.
We got children. Some are ours. Some are loved the same. Or are older than we both together. I have no clue of what I am talking about, that’s why I am wiser. Come into my arms and feel warmth, sister, brother, forever alien insecurities.
May the future judge, some content analysing bots or just the dust in the wind. Our hearts pump, it’s their job, blood. Your hearts may jump, that’s their will, pressure. The world’s music moves us on eternally. Everything will be alright, as long as we go d’accord.
Original picture by Oliver Ritthaler. Edit of picture and words by Jonathan Falk.
Low hanging thoughts rotate inside
tasteless and without any colors,
fading me away – should i really mistaken this?
our long deep conversations and dried tears,
our jokes about our human incompetency,
your always clear and direct spoken words,
which helped me to understand the unspoken.
I miss it.
I miss you.
This is going through and through
to know that our expectations
taking different directions.
Directions without the other one.
Summer had begun,
Like many of those before,
When you rolled on the green grass,
Tossing smiles brighter than the sun.
But then came the stormiest night,
When you shut yourself in the walls,
Tearing apart all your reasons,
To smile, to dream, care and celebrate.
Drawing upon the bright sun,
Strokes of an atrocious purple sky,
Turning the priceless smiles,
Into a canvas of red so vile.
Which looked like a bloody art,
All except Satan would despise.
Yet such crimson skies,
Dawn more than once in a while.
When they rush into the walls,
Of cheerful banter and peace,
And leave by only debris
Of malice bathed in blood.
Numbing every feeling,
Snatching every smile,
They enjoy the screams
And fireworks of red tears,
As the world mourns in silence
Yet another bloody summer twilight.