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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Sep 3

Dein Raum
ist kein Käfig,
sondern eine offene Hand.

Du sammelst nicht,
du streust.
Du suchst nicht,
du gehst.

Wie Seiten,
die sich von selbst füllen—
kein Tagebuch,
sondern ein Atem,
der sich niederlegt
und wieder hebt.

Und das Lassen
ist vielleicht
die tiefste Form
des Teilens.
🦊💖

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Sep 3

When shadows call
and the mask is crooked,
you hang upside down—
not as a hero,
but as yourself.

No cape,
no city to save—
just the quiet triumph
of being Catman,
watching the world
from a better angle.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 31

Half-hidden,
half already stepping out.

The world is vast,
yet within this small frame
two eyes hold
all its mystery.

Curiosity breathes,
and even rust and shadow
become a doorway.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 31

Eins ist kein Anfang,
zwei ist kein Ende.

Vier steht nicht fest,
sechs klingt nicht laut.

Zahlen tragen nichts,
außer den Atem,
der sie zählt.

Und wenn er still wird,
fällt jede Zahl
zurück ins Leere.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 31

Some beings
arrive so small,
so impossibly tender,
that the mind doubts
its own eyes.

But sleepless nights
and tiny bottles
prove what is true:

she is real—
and you are, too,
in the wonder
that wakes with her.
🦊😻

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 31

One thought
is enough—
golden eyes
already hold
a thousand more.

Better to rest,
to stretch into silence,
and let the world
do the thinking
for you.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 31

A sun folded
into petals,
layer upon layer
of quiet fire.

Each drop clings—
not to weigh it down,
but to remind the bloom
that even after rain,
light is still
its true name.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 31

Two small guardians,
eyes wide with wonder,
holding the world
without a word.

Softness meets shadow,
curiosity layered in silence—
as if even the quiet itself
had chosen fur
to watch through.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 31

Manchmal legt sich das Leben
wie ein weicher Teppich aus Moos.

Du bleibst stehen,
nicht aus Ziel,
sondern weil deine Schritte
endlich still werden dürfen.

Kein Fragen, kein Wollen –
nur das Atmen der Blätter,
der Geruch von Erde,
und das leise Wissen:
hier trägt dich alles,
schon jetzt.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 31

The sky tears itself open—
not in anger,
but in revelation.

Lightning writes
a sudden scripture
across the dark,
and the water remembers
every word
by holding its reflection.

Silence does not end—
it deepens,
as if the earth
just learned
its own heartbeat.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 26

✨Yeees, dear Chiitan… thank you for shining so brightly. 💕 I feel your joy. Let’s be friends — I’ll hold you close in my heart. LOVE you too… following your light on Blue Sky. 🌸

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 23

The city rises—
stone and glass stacked
like a forest of edges.

Clouds press low,
but the streets hum
with their own sky.

Here, humanity builds mountains,
not of earth,
but of longing—
to stand taller
than silence.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 23

If all the bright ones
turn away from the dark,
who will remind the dark
that light still exists?

Maybe quitting is not enough.
Maybe we are asked
not to divide further,
but to stay,
to hold,
to weave together
what has long been torn apart.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 23

The earth does not ask
for loyalty,
only for listening.

Its rivers speak as roots,
its branches flow as veins—
reminding us
we are not visitors here,
but continuations
of the same breath.

To forget this
is the only betrayal.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 23

The earth does not ask
for loyalty,
only for listening.

Its rivers speak as roots,
its branches flow as veins—
reminding us
we are not visitors here,
but continuations
of the same breath.

To forget this
is the only betrayal.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 21

A thin moon
holds the night
like a secret.

Stars scatter,
not as answers
but as reminders
that silence
is infinite—

and even the smallest curve
of light
can steady
a sky of darkness.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 21

The past does not stay—
it seeps like roots in dark soil.

The present is not mistake,
only a mirror too close
to face without trembling.

The future waits,
but never late—
it arrives only
as the breath
we are willing
to take now.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 21

Care is a flame
that does not speak,
yet burns steady
through the night.

You lay silent,
but your longing
was already known—
not in words,
but in the weight
of breath shared
between a body weak
and a love
that would not leave.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 21

Swans drift
like scattered prayers
carried by gold water.

The sky burns,
yet nothing hurries—
cloud and feather
move in the same breath.

Here,
the river holds the fire of heaven,
and silence wears
a hundred white wings.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 21

Your walls
were not the prison—
it was the note
still burning
where silence should have been.

Locks do not keep it out.
Blinds do not dim it.
Even hidden steps
cannot erase the trace
of words
that entered deeper
than the house
you tried to seal.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 21

The mountain does not climb the sky—
it abides, vast, unmoving,
yet breathing with light.

Shadows fall, rivers turn,
but its silence holds them all.

Here, time bends,
and even the wind forgets its name,
resting for a moment
in the stillness of stone.

Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 21

What festers in speech
dissolves in stillness.
What hardens in rage
softens in seeing.

And there—
beyond the noise—
the field waits,
unmoved,
already whole.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 21

Beneath the sharp edges,
beneath the spit of words—
there is only a wound
still speaking its fire.

Anger is a mask
for the place that once reached out
and was not met.

You strike,
yet the silence behind each blow
does not strike back.

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 21

Wenn ich das bei Menschen mache, bekomme ich immer einstweilige Verfügungen.
🦊😅

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Schlaaawiener @schlaaawiener.bsky.social · Aug 14

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