- In here -
There is only
The excruciating pain
Of missing you -
There is only
Your absence.
No solace grows
In emptiness.
This drawing is not mine, mostly all the pics and drawings you'll see here aren't mine. But they are great, no?
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MARION'S FLYING CHICKEN
"That's it.
It's over. Not even a season.
Once again, no time to get anywhere.
Tonight is the last night of my good old number.
And it's a full moon.
And the trapeze artist breaks her neck...
Shut up!."
I never imagined it like that...
The farewell to the circus.
The last evening , no one shows up, you play like fools...
and I fly 'round the ring like a poor chicken!
And then I'm a waitress again.
"Moments like that, moments like now.
My circus dream, souvenirs for 10 years from now.
Time will heal.
What if time was the illness?
As if sometimes one had to lean over to go on living.
To live, a look is enough.
The circus, I'll miss it.
It's funny, I don't feel a thing.
It's the end and I feel nothing."
---An angel passes by!
---Another fallen angel!
"All those I've known who remain and who will remain in my head.
It begins. It always ends...
too good to be true."
"At last outside in the city...
I'll find out who I am, who I've become.
Most of the time, I'm too aware to be sad.
I waited an eternity...
to hear a loving word.
Then I went abroad.
Someone who'd say
'I love you so much today.'
That would be wonderful.
I just lift my head
and the world appears before my eyes...
and fills my heart.
As a child...
I wanted to live on an island.
A woman alone, gloriously alone.
That's it."
"Emptied, incompatible.
Fear.
The look of a small animal, lost in a wood.
Who are you? I don't know anymore.
Just that I won't be a trapeze artist anymore."
"Don't cry.
That's how it is, shit happens.
It's not always as you'd like.
Emptiness."
"Not think anymore.
Just simply be there.
Berlin!.
Here I'm a foreigner, yet it's all so familiar.
Anyway I can't get lost.
You always end up at the Wall.
I'll wait for a photo by the photomat...
it'll come out with another face.
That will be the start of a story.
The faces.
I want to see faces.
Maybe I'll get a job as a waitress."
"This evening scares me, it's silly.
Anxiety makes me sick.
Only part of me worries but the other doesn't believe in it."
"How should I live?.
Maybe that's not the question.
How should I think?."
"I know so little.
Maybe because I'm too curious.
I often think so wrongly...
because I think as if I was talking to someone else."
"Inside closed eyes...
close your eyes again.
Then even the stones come alive."
"Be close to the colors!.
The colors.
Neon lights in the evening sky,
the red and yellow S-Bahn.
Longing.
Longing..."
"Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me.
That's what makes me clumsly...
the absence of pleasure."
"Desire for love..."
"Desire to love."
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(This work is not my own ... I only thought you'd like it ...) =***
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