learning my own lessons.

I fucked up.

I know. 

My head was in the clouds

when I should have had your back.

looking out at my own galaxy

while you were looking out for. me. 

Now you are softly crying 

while I am  trying

to save the words that are dying  

on my lips.

I told somebody some time ago

that words can't  fix

what action fails to show.

I fucked up. 

I know.

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Mein kleiner Tot / Dein kleiner Sieg.

bring it on love

It's so odd how feelings and people just turn into memories. If it wasn't for this album, I guess I could never
imagine how deeply I've loved. Chris Pointdexter wrote " if only we could feel what we remeber and not just
remember what we felt", but fuck it all cause listening to the words that I wrote at the time, does something similar
for me. It makes me surprisingly and weirdly joyous. Like...I literally crack up, cause it feels so good to know
that it was real. There is no such thing as real love and I would do it all again. I probably will. 

breakfast with Paul.

Sometimes you meet somebody and you instantly fall for them. Not in a romantic way, more in a kinda
unconditional and very entire way. It seems like their energy just gets in line with yours effortlessly. No big deal.
Yes new friends.

all pictures by PAUL RIPKE.

King of the castle

Patrone and words unspoken

mingling in the tone of his voice

his eyes just a shade too bright

for what they promise

He makes you want that fuck

he doesn't give.

His walk opens doors

wherever he goes

he's the king of the castle

everybody knows.


But maybe thats just how I perceive.

And maybe thats why he never leaves. 

ich gruesse alle die ich kenne