The way we feel

So Terror has hit us in the heart, in Paris. After je suis Charlie Hebdo, we are Paris now. There are no words to describe how we feel. This should not have happened. Attacks and deaths, thats Middle East, but not Europe! People have been dying and refugees have been coming and we didnt care. Some didnt even want to let them in. Their life is at risk, well that's their problem. A sad world, some say. No actually, just no! Yes, its bizarre that we cry for Paris as if their lives worth more than refugees, that it hit us harder than anything else before. And people have been killed constantly. Just see it as this. Attacking Paris is not only surpassing European security borders (yes we feel safe and free and that's why many refugees flee to us), but also go afterwhat we stand for. If you hit one member of the EU, you hit all. In our heart are our inner values and Europe has been reserved in taking any actions against the Islamic State. We care for France because it's basically family. We feel connected to that country. It doesn't mean we care less about the rest, but here is a bad example: We care about our brother more than about somebody we just happen to know. And I wouldnt know what to do. This is the time for some action at latest. Also now we know what the refugees flee from.

P.S.: I hate those hints that state it's a double standard that people care now but not earlier. It's rather before war didnt affect us, but now it does.

Coming back to places
you have been
realizing
never the same

When you love that you cant let go
love it till you become shallow

Istanbul
place of history
loved by many

My heart sank
not because it lost hope
but to your ground

Du streichst mir durch die Haare
Dein Lachen hör ich in allen Ecken
Ein Schatten huscht an mir vorbei

Astonished I met you
we spent little eternity
All gone we parted

Definier dich neu
du bsit niemals gestern
und ist ein tag oder drei
dann sind das nur die geister der vergangenheit

Ich möchte sein

Ich möchte sein

Alles, was dich bedrückt
Rumirren nach Lust
Alles, was dir wehtut
Sie in deinem Herzen
Alles, was dir lieb ist
dein Innerstes

...und du, damit du mir gehörst.

Ich möchte sie dir nehmen

Alles, was dich bedrückt
wie der Schuh
Alles, was dir wehtut
wie die Nadel in deinem Herzen
Alles, was dir lieb ist
dein Innerstes

...und deinen Schmerz, damit du mir gehörst.

In den Augen
Stille tiefe Traurigkeit
Und ich kann hindurchsehen

Die Hände rau
Und sie fassen so weich

Deine stimme
Sanft und hoch
Ich brech ab