If I count the ways I love you, One, like the morning's gentle hue. Two, as whispered winds that sigh, Through the trees, beneath the sky.
Three, like petals in a field, Each emotion, a bloom revealed. Four, as the seasons gracefully dance, Our love, a timeless romance.
Five, like stars that nightly gleam, In the canvas of a dream. Six, as rivers winding free, Our hearts entwined in unity.
Seven, like the colors of the dawn, A love that keeps on drawing on. Eight, as chapters in a book, Each one telling how you've shook.
Nine, like the laughter shared, Moments treasured, moments cared. Ten, a promise strong and true, Countless ways, my love for you.
In shadows cast, a captive soul, A gaze that longs for skies untold. Within the bars, a world confined, A heart that yearns, a restless mind.
Through iron lattice, dreams take flight, Yet feathers clipped in pale moonlight. The view beyond, a distant grace, A canvas vast, an open space.
The caged one dreams of windswept hills, Where freedom roams and silence thrills. Through prison bars, the sunsets fade, A captive's heart, in solitude, laid.
Oh, whispered winds, carry the plea, From cage to heavens, set them free. The world unfolds in hues so bright, Yet shackled hopes remain in night.
Beyond the bars, a song unsung, A melody in a foreign tongue. The yearning eyes, like stars, do gleam, Reflecting worlds, a distant dream.
Yet strength persists, a flame within, A captive spirit, bound to win. For even in the darkest night, A flicker glows, an ember's light.
In every gaze, a plea for flight, To soar beyond, in endless night. The cage may bind, but dreams persist, A symphony in a captive's fist.
And as the dawn breaks through the bars, A promise whispers, dispels the scars. The view may change, the cage may rust, But in the heart, a spirit thrusts.
For every soul that's bound to roam, Yearns for a place it calls its own. In captive eyes, the world anew, A boundless view, forever true.
I’ve created a monster A thick blackness lying inside me Waiting to devour the sun
I’ve created a monster With eyes as red as the love should be And teeth as white as pure bones
I’ve created a monster It ripped my heart and my mind And drunk the blood it causes
I’ve created a monster Still don’t knowing I’ve became monster
I looked up to the stars, bright and shimmering in the night sky. Bright, shimmering, and dead.
As dead as the people I killed.
“Forgive me.” I whispered, tears in my eyes.
The stars seemed to sparkle even more. I fell down on my knees, felt the soft cold grass on my skin.
“I just wanted your best.”
My face got wet when the tears started to roll down. It was all my fault.
No one could bring dead people back to life. And no one heard me when I started to scream.
Today is the day I will start my life. Really, today I will organise my stormy thoughts. I will make plans for the future, I will structure my chaotic everyday-life.
Today is the day I will stop the procrastination. I will do things fast and concentrated, no more social media that holds me back to live my best life. I am young, why waiting for my life to change when I have to change? Less TV. Less sweets, I could do more sport. Less lazy-days.
From now on, I will stand up early in the morning, enjoying the fresh morning air. Maybe I start journaling and write my thoughts down.
Today is the day. I will become the best version of me. Today is the day. It’s time.
But wait a second, who is adding me there on instagram…?
“You are not a student.”
“Yes, I am not a student.”
“Why… What are you doing here?”
“Oh Mister Teacher, I would have to kill you if I told the truth.”
“Just tell me one thing: are you here to… hurt someone?”
“Define ‘hurt’.”
“You’re not gonna kill people, are you?”
“Death is not the end, Mister Teacher.”
“Go. Go! Leave the school, now!”
“Am I scaring you?”
“Listen. Maybe you look like a teenager, and probably you are not, but you can’t come in and threaten the whole school!”
“You are not in a position to tell me what to do. You thought you know me, but you don’t. Let me do my job. It won’t take long, I promise.”
“When your job is to kill students, my students, I will try everything I can to stop you!”
“Oh, my job was never to kill a student, Mister Teacher. My job is to kill you.”
You know me, don’t you? It’s me, the voice inside your head. You call me just random thoughts, but I am the fire that inspires you, I am the strength that pushes you forward. It was me who helped you to become successful. You were so proud about this tiny book full of lovely words and sentences, so proud that you went with a big smile on your face through the world, that you told everybody what a genius you are. You must be so intelligent, so creative, so … world-changing. Please don’t get me wrong, that was my goal, too. I just wanted the best for you, for us. I wanted you to know me, I wanted you to order my twisted self, and you did exactly that.
Now you are angry. Why? Explain it to me, please. Are you mad because all your ideas weren’t mine? Because I stole a few sentences from others? Oh dear, you’re so young, so naive. The world is cruel and so are we, even if you haven’t accepted it yet. Can’t you see the fame I brought you? Can’t you see the sparkling life that I build you?
But it’s okay - you can hate me if you want. Just know that I will always be a part of you. You will never get rid of me, because my thoughts become yours. I just want your best, really.
Why?
Because I’m the voice inside your head, darling.
… so I hope you are alive when you receive this letter. I love you so, so much. Please answer. Louise
With trembling fingers I put the letter away. “This Louise seems to really love you”, I say to the mirror. The person I see looks scared, her blue eyes as big as the moon. I would never be so fearful like… Her. She is weak, naive. Maybe she looks exactly like me, but she is not me. I am stronger. And much more lonelier. The person in the mirror presses her hands against the glass, opens her mouth, but I can’t hear a sound. She’s trapped. I am free to do whatever I want. Even when it means to change the roles in the game called life. “Maybe I should visit this Louise.” I grinned, as the eyes of the girl become even more bigger, reflecting the light of my room like lakes in a moon night. Her fists hammer against the glass. “See you!” I say and grab my jacket. Louise, I will find you, wherever you are. Love me like you love her, I beg. Than I turn around, leaving the girl in the mirror behind. She screams, tears on her distorted face. What a weak version of myself.
Would I describe my job as boring? Kind of. In my childhood, I couldn’t think about doing anything else than I what I do today. But I am a human just like you - when we do things to often, they become lame, uninteresting.
What should I make for dinner?, I think as I run away from the hot bright flames. Maybe just bread. Giant teeth try to grab me, but I rushed behind a tree. Or I could cook something. Soup, for example. My knees are hurting. I’m not getting younger. I grope for my knife in my pocket. It is where it has always been. I pull it out, slowly moving to the thing that the teeth belong to. No, I am too lazy to cook something. Bread has to be enough. The things roars. The whole earth seems to shudder, including my hurting knees. Ouch. “Hey, you!“, I shout. Within a second, a large red head appears in front of me. I can feel its warm breath. It smells like rotten meat and some kind of fish. Oh, good idea - I can buy fish for dinner. Doesn‘t the fish store have discounts today? Yellow eyes stare at me, one as big as my hand. And I have big hands. „Let’s make it short, buddy“ I suggest and raise the hand with the knife. The thing opens its mouth - more rotten-meat-smell - and takes a deep breath. Before it spits fire, I hit my knife in its unprotected throat. Its eyes become even bigger as waves of violet blood stream out of its body. Then, it collabes. A mountain of red scales lies in front of me, reflecting the light of the evening sun. I sigh. Just bread. The fish can wait.
And I walk home from another normal day as a dragon killer.
