Tried to sit with a feeling, but it ran away.
Tried to chase it.
Ran and ran and nearly couldn't bear the pain.
The pain was real and so was I.
I began to cry.
I sobbed my way to the forest.
I stopped asking why, I sat down and started listening to my inner voice telling me,
How many wonderfull lifes passed me by: 
An acorn tree tried to lift up my spirit.
A dog smiled at me for no reason at all.
I called my self a fool for loosing my shit at the beginning fo the dark season.
I'm not alone with these ghosts, trying to hunt me down. I am not the only searching soul in this great town.
Let's talk about it. Lets lift each other up. Let's not forget, that we speak the same language.
Let's together fill this precious feelings cup.
 Johanna nion Blau, 7.12.2025