Der Titel macht nur Sinn wenn man weiß warum und wann ich das geschrieben habe. Warum und wann ich das geschrieben habe, werde ich nicht sagen. Das Gedicht ist aber auch ohne den Titel verständlich.

I wish this moment could last forever.
But time does not care for me or anyone.
Just like any other moment once before
this one will soon be over too.
How much I’ll miss that moment
I can’t tell -
in my head: no noise, no disturbance.
Now, back to reality
my head’s going to explode.
So many questions – so few answers.
I really want to be with you
though I don’t know how that could be -
We are, after all, from two different worlds
both lethal to each other.
Where I am from – you won’t prevail.
Tell me this: Where are we heading from here on now?

Love flourishes and love perishes. That’s the way it is. We all know it. Though we still put our hope into someone that seems so special. However this is not directly related to love. This is intended to describe the aftermath of failed relationships. This is for all those out there who suffered more than they gained from love.
This is: scarlet gray

Looking at the lines forked in my palm
inside nothing ever seems to calm.
Like a shadow passing through the day
barely hearing what they say.
Shapeless boredom fills the room
stuck memories of a dying bloom.
Floating contrasts hit my eye
as if to say a dream goodbye.
Grayish mist blocks my whole sight
rendering breathless holding me tight.
how hard the sun shines down on me
a colorless world is all I see.
From black to white, from white to black
just wishing someone put the color back.
Wondering why I have to pay
living a life dyed in solid gray.

[...]
This is not a black and white world
to be alive
I say that the colors must swirl
and I believe
that maybe today
we will all get to appreciate
the beauty of gray
[...]

(Live – The beauty of gray)