How life is sometimes running and sometimes crawling, depending on what we do with it.
Days filled with Life and Events are gone in the duration of a moment.
Days filled with boredom and burdens, drift around without end.
Like a summer nights dream, the easy days.
Like waiting for death, the heavy days.

Yet the image turns in remininiscence.
Like glowing Diamonds, the reveries of life.
Crumbled into dust, the long days of hardship.
Soon I want to forget them, sweep them under the carpet of thoughts.
But diamonds, I want to collect, filled with the beaming glory of the ever living memory.

Mathis Gilsbach

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