Herbst.

Once I tried to fly up there, with spreaded wings, free. Restless, reckless and wild. I closed my eyes, felt the breeze, and stood on tiptoe. And skipped. But I fell down. Thinking of all the things you told me about heaven I finally started to doubt. I lost all my hope, while I fell deeper than I’ve ever been. And I didn’t stop falling, screaming, holding my breath. Restless, reckless and wild. You forgot to tell me about the most important part of heaven. The one filled with emptiness and pain. Heartless. Can’t you see me, laying here, broken? When did you start closing eyes, dear? It’s pointless. There’s just no way to miss my fear, to miss my cry, my scream.