the me

the me 

singing the most painful song

the most superficial

the most honest

you commercial face

filled with so much honesty not able to be heard 

i will give up the fight 

i will make my heart feel 

something you don't

i will lay down my heart 

and feel the power you do not

make it feel 

make it suffer

patronize

the yearning changing all in sites

the changes revealing all in sites

what it is

what you know

what does it 

when you see the me i am

the step in comes with the plea

patronize me

with the power

sprawling

my eyes sprawling down

towards places unseen

shudder insite

arising trembling pieces

beginning to fill shapes of behold

steady listing sheen

passing paths of ease 

into the outlast

wherever  

you stay the same

with the known

and the made   

circles

you circle.
I hide in corners.

you life.
I stuck in hesitation.

you see.
the me I do not know.

and yet I run your circles.

for I like, you risk.

for hope.

for the undefined.

for I give up.

the picture. unbelief. the counter of my so own believed control. the seriousness. of fears, doubts, unsuspecting and the unknown.

for you are giving me parts of me.

you circle.

I know you. your curves, your shape. familiar as I have never seen another. it seems you repeat yourself but the more I keep walking you, I see you.

changes

disturb the flow.
they hunt me back.

the dancer

i went to the theatre.

untouched till...


a dancer moving.
moving how i imagine you to move.

another one looking,
how you look, from far away.


just it wasn't you.

yet.

the vision reaching further to unpredictable versions of you.

. ..

das eigene bild ergibt meinen film

der jede sekunde von dir geprägt wird

und am ende ist er immer noch meiner.

und du ein fremder.

and then i ask myself how it is possible that every scene is my own and so different to yours though in the same place the same time