Are we used to, taught to fill blank pages?

who am I? just someone who keeps on going

for some a friend, for some family, for some an artist, for some the one who works in a kitchen,

for some that person who works with kids,

for some a stranger on a street, for some nobody,

for some the other,

for some a professional artist,

for some a strange mind

a point of view is what defines it

a point of view

there a definition might be found

if you look at it from that point of view

and not from this one

so

definitely I am someone who keeps on going

but stop for a while and look around you while you walk a long road or not to the places and spaces you don’t know or might know, the places you forgot about

the places and spaces, your home, once it was but it’s not

anymore

therefor you have found some other space in a place

that feels like home you never had, might be? maybe

you never know, nothing, everything, that kind of sound and words

I love

that kind of peace

that reaches my mind with certain words

they don’t exist I know that for sure

I can’t explain that sound with no voice

unspoken, non-existing, on my mind, real and soft, not misused, not violent,

the essence of a utopian truth of my own blindness I don’t hear a thing while looking around

all the sacred minds, believing and leaving the places, staying there where you expect it, you don’t

left behind

on your mind

in these times

you can’t be sure about anything, for sure

und…

…ich heiße dich willkommen…

hier, bei mir.

doch bist du schon weg. bei dir.

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uns so gehen wir

zusammen getrennte Wege

2026

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