Upside

 may may be, maybe may

Plastic

 in its plasticity

bridging the divide with smiles

Fallhöhe

the drop from the heights we aspire, it could also just be a dull thud slipping on the banana peel

Perceptions

who is gravitating to whom anyway 

is it inevitable anyway

Resist

 as the darkness is tugging on the sleeve

odd times, weird love

Reprise

Who is right and who is wrong - what is up and what is down

when we've lost the common ground 

laughter might be a remedy but it gets more unlikely every day 

a requiem for the sense of solidarity

What the Heck

 

 

 losing a friend, feeling slightly amputated

Conflict

 in this Herculean effort to bear and unite  polar opposites, exactly holding and bearing this tension, suddenly art happened

Laudato Si

so deserving

the almost erotic joy of the bumblebees and the flowers

Wondering

if it is possible to be launched into the orcus of internet oblivion

Art

 

 

of the theatre

 

While still listening to the argument going to and fro suddenly  realising the melody of life, the interconnection, the beauty.

Catharsis

something so achievable but it's always ourselves in the way

it will feature in advertisments but it's exactly these that will most keep you from it

Respect

the grasping compassion

 

feeling the pain 

Balance

 somehow at risk in the transaction of some singular entity

The Constant

 avoiding life petrifying entropy, nothing was ever fully achieved

Atlas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

upsy-daisy

 

 reflective

Truffle Pig

always on the lookout for new - not even necessarily better - sensations with no outlook

 

consume while the creativity shrinks

Compassion

 inconsolable sadness looking at the damned of their own volition

Happiness

 the satisfaction of completion

Tender

somebody to take the wheel

Misconceptions

there is no singular salvation,

as I look into these eyes it's exactly them I want to try to save

Build It

 just to shake it

Free Falling

the hardest thing to bear was freedom and its utter lightness

O Ludwig

 longing for something irrelevant, something silly and surprising to play around and work the imagination

Neither in Fear Nor in Disgust

 

 

 

 "To be an artist means never to avert one's eyes." - Akira Kurosawa

and it is likely to reflect and affect

Tension

all over, in every place, in every nook

 a crisis longing for catharsis

Detachment

 

 

the white poison eating away the heart, the clever, hideous lie of independence

something neither possible nor desirable

Easter

most wondrously the frailest structure shelters the fruit 

bear it gently

Whom to Trust

 while you're jumping all the fences, petty borders for the wider view

Splish

 splashing about

soaked in humour and freedom

wondering about the upcoming age of niminy-pinimy