Yesterday I found a piece of your heart. I think you lost it in Berlin. I have it in my pocket now taking it everywhere. It is safe with me. It was lost and lonely, but I found it! Actually that’s … Continue reading →
Again I am full of fear and doubt. But I don’t feel comfortable to talk about it. I was sick and spend most of the day in bed. Half dreaming, half waking. I don’t want to be alone.
I don’t want to live like this.
I am scared. I am upset. I feel very small and irrelevant.
I don’t want to suffer. I don’t want to cry anymore.
I don’t know how to get out of this. I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know why I am writing you…
I am not afraid of your darkness. I am safe in it. I am not afraid of your silence. I am heard in it. I am not afraid of your power. I am protected by it. I am not afraid of your passion. I am carried by it. I am not afraid of your dominance. I am guided by it. I am not afraid of your aggressiveness. I am softened by it.