althea-27

[althea-27]

there are nights of silence

when we don´t talk

but within this silence

we speak to each other

in a language just the two of us understand

because the words are our thoughts

spoken by our hearts

and translated by our bodies

[althea-27]

There will be times In which you seem to be steady In which you think you are standing safe and grounded But with the next blink Everything falls Down To a reality You thought would be history But it's happening Right now Right here And there's nowhere to go Nowhere to hide Nowhere to escape to No matter how hard you wish This truth to be gone It'll stay Because it's the truth Because it's the reality A lie passes Sooner or later If you're trying to disown the truth The lie can stay for a while But it won't last And after that The truth will hit harder than ever Harder than you thought Harder than you knew But even though You might think There's no way out Somewhere you can find the light Of hope Guiding you To a better place To a better future To a better life And with this hope There always comes a reason Maybe it's hiding Maybe you won't see it at first And maybe it'll not reveal itself But it's always there The reason Why Things happen The reason Why History changes The reason Why Feelings are coming and going And at some point you'll see it Maybe not believe it But just looking at it And knowing Why Past has happened Present is happening And Future will happen

J.N.

[althea-27]

like a fallen star

you´re like a fallen star

you brighten everything with your loving kindness

but you´re also gone

gone but never forgotten

and you´ll always be missed

by the ones that still love you

[althea-27]

Was ist die Macht der Träume?

Haben sie die Macht, uns zu befreien?

Aus dem tiefen Grau der Eintönigkeit?

Sind sie der Ursprung unseres Leidens?

Weil wir ohne sie nichts schöneres, als die Wirklichkeit sehen würden?

Sind sie die Illusion des Falschen, die uns Hoffnung schenkt?

Hoffnung, die uns durch die Realität wieder genommen wird?

Sind sie der Scherz des Verlustes?

Oder die bitters��ße Note der gefundenen Liebe?

Haben Träume die Macht, unser Leben zu verändern?

[althea-27]

it was the last sunshine of this day

that reflected in her blurry eyes

like the sparke of hope that slowly died in her

never would i believe again

she thought by looking into the pale moon

the last leaves were taken to the ground with a quiet whisper of the wind

when she felt the cold climbing into her veins

sacrificed

she thought by knowing her dead soul

never would i live again

she told the stars and got into the frozen water