The swimming pool is closed


For years and years have we been trying to find. While there is no greater fear, in not finding what we long for. And therefore, we turned our back on the stars. Anxious we wander, while great city walls swallow us.

O love, where are you hiding? We know, we pushed you straight to the edge. The stars promised change, but failed. It was the last BANG, handed out by our wrecked sadness that made you fall. With closed eyes, we knew… we couldn’t catch you. With your back and bones broken and your deceived heart smashed to smithereens. Your empty soul, coloured in the purest black, man has ever seen.

There is no bottom to be seen in our pool of tears. And there’s no one who wants to sunbath on our lawn. Expired dates on ice creams, fountains down. The lifeguard ran through the brick wall with his head in the clouds. And silent frogs on the side scare cats off… So we try to stand up straight and walk away. We try not to look back. We try not to catch up with our past…

O love, great city walls do swallow us. And there’s no more you, to comfort us. You little bastard, hiding in the woods. In between trees and fear. We are lifting stones. For there is really no greater fear in not finding what we long for, that what the stars foolishly have thrown away. Again, and again.

So here we stand, on the edge. A meeting point without a date. Tiptoe, we look up straight to the sky. Which BURSTS by the sun. Summer is here. And the fall will be long, but not deeper than the ship of stars at the bottom of the ocean.

If only we could find you, to cover your back… and broken bones.

Castles in Spain

 Photo: Unknown

Photo: Unknown

Sometimes, you have to let go. Just like that. And sometimes, you have to hold on (and never let go). Can you recollect a moment it slipped out of your hand? You were not paying attention, weren’t you? So it took off, just like that. Not finger snap fast as you might think. It happened so slowly it stayed unnoticed. Until the moment you really lost it.

We are talking about soul mates and dreams. About solidarity and wild-at-heart-plans. About hope going hand in hand with joy. About a love that cuts so deep, your bliss makes you cry. About people who are breaking your fall. People who truly care.

Sometimes we get out of focus. And when we do so, we can only hope that things are just the same when we return home. Yes, they will have evolved and might appear differently. But deep down, in between childhood memories and dark secrets, that what connected you still might be the same.

And when it is… Embrace this tiny indescribable yet precious thing. Hold it, squeeze it, kiss it. Frequently water it and give it some air. And never lose sight of it for a second time! Never.

Unfortunately, not all stories end wrapped in gold. Tears might become your bedtime lover and regret your wake up call… And when you wake up, do so with whole your heart.