The truth is...

So this is new. And it is exciting. The thrill of putting a road on the map by driving it for the first time... It is like walking around in the dark. Our feet exploring the ground rather than merely stepping on it. My breath hitching with uncertainty and expectation. I am trying to figure you out, when we put up our conversations as background noise for this journey on collision course. It is exciting to conquer you bit by bit: Coffee break, phone number, dead of night conversations, your hand while watching a movie... I am sure our sex will be epic once it happens... but the truth is... The truth is I am not sure if I can love you like I loved her. And what if I cannot?

Das ist der Unterschied.

Der Außenminister von Slowenien wollte die UN aufweichen und das Mädchen hat geweint deswegen. Während die anderen bei McDonalds duschten, hielten wir Händchen und es war egal, dass wir uns sicher waren, dass auch ein neue Versuch nicht mehr Erfolgsaussichten birgt, denn wir wussten, dass ohnehin nicht mehr viel Zeit übrig war. Wir standen im Gewandhaus neben der Orgel und das Gefühl war das gleiche. Sie trug die Hose, die damals in einem mehrstündigen Prozess ausgesucht werden musste und ihr Geruch sagte: "We're about to go down. It's all the same now." Wir wussten, dass niemand uns sehen würde, wenn wir uns selbst nicht sahen, also stellten wir uns neben dem Podium auf und küssten uns im Schatten wichtiger Reden. Es war Krieg und wir folgerichtig wieder zusammen. Denn das war ja auch Krieg.

I was seventeen once. Now I am late.

I am a young twenty-five now. As opposed to an old twenty-four. I have a letter composed in my head and it is about where my life might be going right now and about how the future changed fundamentally at some point. But I don't know who to send it to. There is no hope for answer and I would like that one replied to even if it is not in any direct way answerable. The spring, the sunshine, the hormonal tidal waves blow some lines of verse my way. We'll see how that turns out. But the sheer prospect of creating something is delightful. The strangest dream came to me last night. I had twins and an affair with my ex-wife who didn't know about my kids. And they were boys but I gave them girls' names. Strange dreams are my favourite. Always sharpening my vision for how my life could play out very differently than what I set out for. Ex-wife. Children. Transgender. Also, I have found a new aspiration. Which is so unlooked for, that I can't even bother to care about its consumerist nature. I lack aspiration at the moment. That is why I am going to seize this one. A tin bath tub. For bathing on the balcony/in the garden. I just remembered this weekend how we used to do this at my grandma's place. So for now, I have a goal. We'll make it work from there onwards.

Schneemädchen.

Es hat geschneit. Endlos viel. In meinem Kopf. 142 cm. Und es war jemand da. Vielleicht bist das gar nicht du. Und es schneit und schneit. Weil niemand sagt, was jeder weiß.