by eliasaltrichter | Dec 11, 2022 | poetry, writing
I can give myself away – my body, my soul – to a stranger with the snap of a finger.But god forbid I meet someone who would give me the world.I am an empty shell of myself;unable to feel any butterflies;unable to feel your love.I am so numb to your love...
by eliasaltrichter | May 16, 2022 | creative writing, literature, poetry, writing
Ich hatte nie diese eine Liebe;diese eine für die man lange Nächte schiebtfür die man sein Handy auf laut machtdie man krampfhaft vor seinen Eltern versteckt, weil Liebe ja peinlich ist diese Schulliebe, die man geheim hält, obwohl es jeder weißdie verliebten Blicke,...
by eliasaltrichter | May 2, 2022 | literature, poetry, writing
I drink too much just to be a little more numb.”It’s unhealthy”, well I don’t care you know.In this tiny period of time in which I let the wheel spin freely and uncontrolled.Just so I can pretend that afterward, I have everything under...
by eliasaltrichter | Sep 30, 2021 | poetry, writing
What does it mean to be alive?Does it mean to put yourself out there?Does it mean to love?Does it mean to be curious; to never be afraid? If life means all of those things and so much more, then why is it so hard to be out there;so hard to find love;so hard not to be...
by eliasaltrichter | Sep 27, 2021 | poetry, writing
It was the step I took onto the train.The page I turned. The new chapter that began. It was a goodbye. It were the tears, that I shed and the friends that I hugged.It was the road that I chose and there was no turning back. It was the train door that closed and the...
