02. February 2023

"I like being an island", a quote I recently heard from Wednesday Addams, the beautiful new series from the master Tim Burton. She inspired me a lot and let me feel my gothic soul but also my distance from others. A distance I will never really shorten. Recently I lost my real home. I lost everything. This is how it feels like and I stranded without anything on an island. It was a choice, no coincidence but maybe fate again. I never understood fate really. It let me find my home in a country...

03. April 2020

Missing life. Empty streets. Cold hearts. Covering your face what you once criticised on stranger's faces. Missing love. Empty hearts. Cold air. Covering the flowers in your heart, the strings of my guitar. Missing music. Empty stages. Cold rooms. Covered ears, listening to scary news, not to music anymore. Missing passion. Empty beds. Cold skin. Covering all lust with distance, covering the pulsating feelings in you. Missing flow. Empty joints. Cold smoke. Covering all the sins, getting...

29. March 2020

These strange days lead us from the outside to the inside. Big noise becomes a whisper. Humans' silence don't cover bird songs. Our self created worlds die. Inside and outisde. A lot of shimmering distraction and hasty fast life has died these days. It could be filled with nature, it could be filled with the roots we need. But fear cut these roots. Too many words and thoughts fill the air with negativity. Sad faces. Scared glances. Joy of life has vanished from their faces. They kill art with...