I could live in your eyes
And die when you close them…

Ice burning –
The soul I am is slowly melting
Into a vast sea of nothingness…

I was here…

I could as well be lost
In the sea of deception…

I could go blind
But no one would care
Except for the light…
And light would be there no more…

For my hand has nothing more to write,
Nothing more to answer to.
Blank. And question marks.

A dream is but reality,
When they tell you reality is but a dream…

Dressed up in fog,
I wander on the shore of doubt…

I’m not afraid
I might lose myself in the crowd…
I am each and everyone,
All and nothing. Dust…

Being punished
For thinking I was being punished –
The irony of distance…

I crawl ahead
And say I live…

It’s warm, it’s cold
And it’s too late…

Taboo words are merciless –
They do not wait…

Sadness and pain in my luggage
And sorrow in my pockets –
It’s a long journey…

Light is love
And love is light…

How can a mute cry?

Why do we settle for hell
When we could go to heaven?




Julia Kretsch
20 November 2009
Bucharest