Pen and paper

Thank god I got pen and paper.
If I would say out loud what I think
some people would kill me.
If I would whisper the feelings i have
even my friends would turn their backs on me.
If I would do what I want to
the police would put me in jail forever.
If I would show what the world means to me
the doctors would lock me away.
So I write all those things down.
On this all patient paper.
With this emotionless pen.
Just to lock those sheets away.
Far away from myself.
All what I am.
Put away in that safe place.
Where even I can’t reach it.
Gone for good.
So that I can walk straight out of the front door.
See all the things I just wrote about.
And still being able to smile.
– sanados

The fog

Early autumn morning.
It is foggy outside.
I dress up and leave the house.
Already late because i had to wash the dishes and some other housework.
But finally I managed to run off and get into nature.
Here I start running.
Much too fast through this dense fog.
Reaching the woods I would not slow down.
A twig hits me on my cheek.
My bad.
Why did i had to go at this time.
Why did I have to choose this path?
But I struggle on.
After all I like fog.
And the tingling feeling it creates on my skin.
Then fog lightens.
I can see the ground in front of me.
One step further and i would have fallen in a great abyss
which appeared directly in front of me.
I smile.
Then I jump.
– sanados