2015

Another year for me and you.
10 more days to go this year.
Emptiness.
More emptiness.
OK. This is no poetry. It is my account of 2015. So let's get it started.
What do I have to say, that you haven't read or seen in the media?
Ah yes, now I know:
Forget about it!!!
Walk out into the streets or into the hills and see for yourself. What can you do?
Ask yourself! What have I gained from reading the news today?
Is it information, you call it or does it give you pleasure to learn about all that suffering?
Be honest! Isn't it like reading good fiction for you?
Or do you need it for being able to say: Everything goes down the drains?
2015 was not better or worse than any other year, but the media machine brings the fear more effectively to all of you.
I don't blame all those people who only do their job and whose currency is simply attention.
I blame myself, for consuming it.
Where would we be without all this gossip?
In ignorance, or just in paradise?
2016 is coming closer, tick tack tick tack.
And with it a lot of love and peace that no one will write about.
I am considering to delete this post.
No I wont do it.
After all the weird stuff about time there ought to be something more serious and critical.
Before I forget it:
Have a nice Christmas Time wherever you are and a good 2016, whatever that may mean for you.