Every Person Has A Weakness What's Yours?

Are you a jealous person?

In short: No, I don't see the point of jealousy.

In long: I am aware that rationality and feelings do not always get along, but I trusted the people I wanted to trust and thus had no reason for jealousy and did not value those I did not trust enough to justify the arising of jealousy.

Würdest du sagen, dass du ein positiver Mensch bist?

Nicht wirklich, nein. Ich würde mich als Realist mit gelegentlicher Tendenz zur Weltfremdheit bezeichnen.

Grundlegend habe ich nahezu jegliche Erwartungshaltung abgelegt, welche nicht direkt mit mir zu tun hat. Dies sorgt dafür, dass ich nicht wirklich enttäuscht werden kann.

Our Place

Walking through the powdery snow

I passed a place that I still know;

by heart - like every loving memory

that touched my heart so tenderly;

reminding me of all I miss

and every single endless kiss;

mourning as I went my way

I guess nothing gold can stay.

by Weltenasche.

So you don't have any preferences when it comes to women?

I did not say that. Preferences are human and it would be strange if I lacked them. I just find the division into thick and thin too meaningless, since many other factors play into it. And I don’t even necessarily mean the interplay of character and appearance; that just adds complexity and depth.

Rather, I mean small, almost inconspicuous details, such as not standing out from a large group of people or the lighting up of deep-looking eyes that can talk for hours about their passion.

Your Words

Recently you wrote to me and said:

„Your words aren't what they used to be. You wrote of love and so naive; Now all I read is full of grief.

Was it me who left you scarred; Who made your words and heart so hard? If so; it was never my intent I hope some day you'll understand.“

by Weltenasche.

Can we be pen pals so you can send me such beautiful letters? 😇🥰

Shouldn't we become friends for that first?

Flower

Deep into the dark of night

a single seed was cast to earth;

buried with no star in sight

hoping for a loving birth.

And a flower was to rise

from the dusty ground it grew;

could I really trust my eyes

when all I saw in it was you?

And I watered it with tears

and given it your name;

still it wilted in its fears

was I the one to blame?

by Weltenasche.

Langsam liegt dein Duft vergangen schleichend kehrt mir Ruhe ein wenn auch die Lippen stets verlangen dir immer wieder nah zu sein.

Weltenasche

What do u derive you inspiration from?

A love so pure and full of longing that I sometimes wonder how it could ever find room in a heart like mine. And a sorrow so deep that I could drown in it by the second. A desire so strong; a thousand kisses would only fuel it further, but could never satisfy it and regret so heavy; I simply cannot bear.

Ich wünschte ein Mann würde jemals so über mich dichten, wie du über diese Frau. Du bist etwas ganz besonderes..

Ich bin lediglich ein stiller Beobachter, der einem Wunder beiwohnen durfte. Wer würde sich an meiner Stelle nicht im Versuch verlieren, eben jenes Wunder in Schriftform festzuhalten?