follow them

follow my thoughts


nothing left but you.
and me alive in the nothing.
without understanding.
i really do not.
why would suffer be needed.
if it was all for the learning.
i doubt.
i need to see wider.
fields again.
the houses are distracting view.


take my weak body and carry it home.
arise my hidden seeds.
so i can be the unhidden me.
seen by the seeder.

my deepest wish

sometimes I ask myself, if a thought, which is following me for years, is a vision.

or just a selfish wish.

what differences vision and wish.

isn't each from you.

but the difference that the one is your thought in an everlasting time line

and the other one a tiny bit of the first, to lead me there...