Texte & Essays
Being intimate with my heart
So there we were. My heart and me. Sitting in our cozy armchairs, next to the fireplace, snuggled up in our warm blankets. „I am so sad“, my heart said. And its eyes filled with tears. Tonight I sat in front of my heart, in a cozy room, next to a fireplace. We were both covered in warm blankets. I looked at my heart, with curious, soft eyes and invited it to share its story. I immediately felt a relaxation in my heart, an exhale, an opening. „Ufff, she sees…
Questions to the woman I am becoming
A conversation with my 80 year old self. Just questions. The answers are found in between. Are you proud of me? In this moment. Right now. Are you?Have you truly lived?What do you regret?When did I untie the knot? Did I ever untie it? Can you just hold me in your arms for a moment and rock me gently? I wanna be held, melt in your arms, and exhale. Just for a little moment. Why are you smiling so relaxed?What makes you shine so brightly?You look so happy – why?…
You will love
Hang in there a little longer, trust, even if it’s sooo hard right now. Or don’t trust. Love will come to you – one way or another. Sometimes it just feels so good. That there is “someone” out there – on the apps. When there is actually no one out there. To hold me. Always holding myself. Always holding myself. It makes me so tired. I often can’t. Can’t anymore. Tired. Tired. Tired. Exhausted. Empty. Sad. Frustrated. Constantly these inner processes. Carrying me through all the effort. Will it ever…
The warmth of one percent
or: don’t give up🤍 Sometimes it’s not about the 99 percent. It’s about the warmth of the one that remains. A poetic piece from the depths of a day that asked a lot. But also whispered: don’t give up. And it’s my first piece here, by the way. So, please, be gentle. Evenings, so dark I can only cry myself into sleep.Mornings, so heavy I need hours to get out of bed.Days, so senseless I don’t even try. These evenings, these mornings, these days … they come. They go. They…
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Katja Horninger 