Hide and seek confrontation

 
I really miss the whole security of the honest friendship of the same age. The sheltering, twilight-rich refuge of romance, the choreography and grace of movements and the uncertain awareness: Who can remain faithfully by my side in the early twilight of my life?!

I know well now: how many hundreds of flowers drop their petals day by day; I gradually break down and renounce unattainable happiness. After all, even today, there is another fragment of Life just like that.

Not a single recognizable look or charming movement goes by without insignificant trifles. I really miss the stubborn and single-minded bravery of the heart, the still chattering mouths are constantly suing and fighting.

At any time, we can disappear as a paltry, meaningless figure, or as a wandering death: will there be someone left who will come with me?!

The microcosm of minutes cries like true pearls in our eyes - I've made many people cry already and I can't take it anymore! "The hour of judgment will blaze over my head, in which we could still believe with one accord and naively hide and hide."

For the time being, my breath and pulse are still measured and weak in my ears. In someone else's vascular system, a busy little body is already growing and getting rich, and even then it will not be certain that he will get to know me. Orphaned, surrendering, I support the lava stones of my plundered, defenseless, unleashed emotions, so that my precisely constructed work and my confessional intentions are not destroyed.

The complex windings of my brain are already holding the big idea, which I will know about a hundred years after my death, if they can be fulfilled. Now, like a blind man through the dark night, as a spirit walking through the kingdom of nature, I must mourn myself many times in a thousand different forms, steadfastly!