stuck

Manchmal möchte ich schreiben, einfach um des Schreibens willen.
Manchmal möchte ich alles in Worte fassen, was mich so beschäftigt, aber ich kann es nicht.
Wenn mir das alles wieder einmal zu viel wird und ich das Ziel aus den Augen verliere möchte ich all die Emotionen, die mich so belasten, in Sätze pressen, einstampfen und in den anonymen Weiten auf Reisen schicken.
Ich möchte sie fort senden, in ferne Länder, an fremde Menschen, wo diese sich dann darüber Gedanken machen können, nicht mehr ich.

Doch manchmal gelingt es mir nicht.
Manchmal bin ich bereits so erschöpft, dass ich die Gedanken und Sorgen nicht mehr greifen kann, sie entrinnen mir bei dem Versuch sie zu fassen und hinauszuwerfen.

Dann bleiben sie einfach in meinem Kopf, in meinem Herzen, in meiner Seele hängen, verknoten sich, verheddern sich, gehen in den weiten meines verwirrten Geistes verloren und tauchen gerade dann wieder auf, wenn ich aufgehört habe über sie nachzudenken.

Manchmal möchte ich schreiben, einfach um des Schreibens willen.
Dann möchte ich alle Gedanken in Worte fassen und sie einfach an jemand anderen schicken.

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