Der Himmel über Berlin

why am i me,
and why not you?
why am i here,
and why not there?
how can it be that this "me" that i am.
and that someday this "me" that i am
will no longer be "me"?
time heals all,
but what if time itself is  the disease?
most of the time,
i'm too aware to be sad.
emptiness,fear...
anxiety makes me sick,
because only part of me worries.
the other part doesn't believe it.
if i do give up,
mankind will lose its storyteller...
it will also lose its childhood.
all these thoughts...
i'd rather not think anymore.
...
-are you sad?
-no.
-are you sick?
-yes...
-what's wrong?
-i'm missing something.


(kesin severdin...)