The Roller Coaster

I’m not even sure where to start. I wouldn’t call it laziness, more than I would consider it a blank mind. A writer’s block, if you will. The constant nagging voice of putting my thoughts into words has not left me alone for the last couple of months. It was more to rescue me from going mental.

The month of November. Bloody hell. Craziness in its strangest, yet its most precious, form. A nonstop roller coaster that I was riding at full speed for the entire thirty days. Events which changed my life, its style and my perspective on it for a while or maybe from here on out. Surprises from job-related decisions (not mine) to a visit from afar. From a wedding – not mine (again!), but one in which I played a special role – to singing out loud with Dolores O’Riordan just the night before. A short trip, yet a *magical* one, to beloved London town. A shorter train trip to the stunning city of Paris. All surrounded by special people and their life-enhancing attitudes towards the world and its belongings. What a treasure!

The month of December. More than halfway through. Already?!! The roller coaster is still going, not with the same pace and not as bizarrely as the previous month, but the longest one from the poor mind to the poorer heart. The ride will continue, as it’s already planned and without me (or anyone) having a clue.

As scary as that may sound, it’s going to be an exciting one.

Catch you all soon!

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Go *White*…

— Christoph Niemann

A Note

Sweetness:

I’m alive if you ask me… Will write more soon… In a matter of a day or two.

Stay tuned!

Conversation #28

– How do you take it love?
– One milk, no sugar please.
– Always?
– Always.

…

J’adore Serge Gainsbourg…

“Ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts.”

— Serge Gainsbourg

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At the bar…

— Christoph Niemann

The Falling Sky…

On the red bench
beneath the faded lights,
I still count the countless lies
grew from your twisted mind.

Under the old ground
between the yellow lines,
I smell love;
oh, the painful love.

One by one
on a moonless night,
I conclude between
the terror black and the tasteless white.

Craving and waiting
for those gracious gaze,
melting and bending
my broken skull.

Does the sky still fall
in the twilight nights?

Oh yes,
the ignorance
still penetrates your
bitter thoughts
forever long.

…

“They know, they just know where to grow, how to dupe you, and how to camouflage themselves among the perfectly respectable plants, they just know, and therefore, I’ve concluded weeds must have brains.”

— Diane Benson

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Hah… This is just too cool to be true!

— Christoph Niemann

I Heart October

I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I was born in this month or if it’s the breathtaking redness of the leaves, but the beautiful month of October has always been my favorite time of the year… That in itself gives me a great excuse to share this beautiful Robert Frost poem, “October“, with y’all…

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,

Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

Enjoy the rest of the month!