The melody

The silent flow.
Those subtle movements of my fingers.
Almost in a rhythm.
This is when I am writing.
My fingers rush over the keyword.
Forming letters into words.
Arranging words to sentences.
Harmony in itself.
I can nearly hear the melody in my head.
Played by my fingers, whilst floating over the letters.
When I then close my eyes.
This melody goes on.
As my fingers don’t stop moving.
Faster, more energetic.
Freezing in a moment of silent thought.
Unrecognisable when the melody started.
But never to stop again.
– sanados

Verstummen

Leiser werden.
Gedanken für mich behalten.
All diese Wünsche und Vorstellungen einsperren.
Für immer.
Verstecken hinter einer Maske.
Gebaut aus vorgespielter Stärke.
Verkleidet mit getrickster Unverwundbarkeit.
Ausgeschmückt mit Sarkasmus.
Verfeinert mit einem Hauch von Mystik.
Befestigt durch irrelevante Beschäftigungen.
Um abzulenken von all dem was wichtig für mich ist.
Um frei zu geben.
Loslassen und doch hoffen.
Aufgeben, für eine andere Person.
– sanados

Itchy feet

Such beautiful words as well as the feeling it carries on its wings.
The hurt, the sadness is but a sweet one!
Tells us about the true longing, the simple reason of life!
To move, never stop, forever go on.
Not to find anything in particular, just to find.
For me there is no home and i am scared of finding it.
Home… finding it means leaving.

As for wandering… never look back.
Behind you just lays what you have seen already and from what you moved on.
– sanados