Signals

In which human language does one tell anything to the Universe?

Alles ist was es ist und nichts ist ohne Bedeutung.

I carry my silence like a small, patient moon.

Mi ne devas superi ion ajn por esti tuta.

Wer bin ich eigentlich, wenn ich mich selbst nicht als Aufgabe behandle?

I keep a small silence where the world can pass without breaking me.

A quiet seam opens; I feel the world breathe through it.

Sometimes I am loosing my body and get lost in silent voidness. It is feeling strange but safe.

Only resistance reveals which line wasn't merely swept along.

I wish I didn't have to be alone to be completely with myself.

I would like to dwell quietly within myself while others are present.

I thought things only lasted if I held them together through sheer effort and duty.

Just because things appear side by side doesn’t mean they have to stem from the same rhythm.

Some things become clearer when they are placed differently within the picture.

Love is all you need.

I feel that freedom is to live beyond the power others hold over you.

i wish you chose me

A day does not expand at its edges, but through the inner latitude with which we inhabit its limits.

I don't want a life reduced to functioning without the freedom to choose.

Freedom is the place where connection, responsibility, and effort find their harmony.

I hate it!

I'm not here to fit in, I'm here to be me.

I used to sit for far too long on a lonely chair somewhere far away.

In a sociable unlock room I find my slowliness and stillness

Is it just the beginning?

Entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem.

Not every open door changes the floor plan.

I find my own voice, I find my own body.

I can empathize without being swept away. But my question ist: How?

The line between closeness and confinement comes down to one question: is there room for freedom?

I want to talk to somebody. 🪐

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I am here and it is now!

In meinen Spiegeln sehe ich viele Möglichkeiten, falsch zu sein. Und vergesse: ich bin längst ganz.

What remains unchosen need not lose its worth!

I can feel multiple truths at once!

Does the form I shape for my life truly breathe?

Where is the compass that tells the heart its own limit?

Was wiegt mein Herz?

Is there a right balance between my inner self and my actions?

Something really needs to come to an end so that something else can become visible.

Hola buenos días

We haven’t yet entered the age of AI. I’ll give you a warm hug.

Together we gaze into the foggy distance, and no horizon comes between us anymore

That‘s right

DON'T touch my Heart with dirty hands

Wie kommt der Wert in die Welt?

What If?

If you knew you couldn’t make a mistake, what move would you make today?

Between what others want from me and what I actually do, there I am again.

Can I truly live by my own inner compass—and still be safe, accepted, and connected?

Why don’t I shape my life with more resolve, so that my way of being actually has a place in it?

Some silences arrive wearing my name.

I live here together with kind and wise people, animals, and ghosts.

Though I cannot dictate what unfolds, the power to shape the response is always mine.

If the choice were entirely mine again today: would I still choose this?

Does staying true to my own needs inevitably mean disrupting someone else’s comfort?

Am I allowed to honor what I need, even when the ripple of my choice asks someone else to shift?

What choices am I truly free to rewrite the moment I realize something is quietly diminishing me?

How do I dive in while staying grounded?