Status Updates From Der Hofnarr

before harming others. hatred poisons the heart of those who harbour it, and it erodes and gnaws away at you, kills you, but by bit

she’d spent two decades resisting the siren calls of grief, refusing the relief that would have come from casting off her burden and welcoming the abyss. she didn’t let her knees give way, or allow her frail body to collapse. she was like a crumbling wall, a wall patched together with spit and mud, and with just enough strength to remain standing until God, overwhelmed by her prayers finally fulfilled her wish

like it or not, there are coincidences that can’t be coincident, just as there are happy endings and weird connections that feel as if they’ve been engineered by the heavens and artful angels

he let himself drop back onto the sofa and let out a huge sigh in which the collective gratitude of christian’s, muslims and jews was mingled

i needed kindness and you overwhelmed me with it

now, i can state it openly, loud and clear, to God and my fellow men: you have been the most beautiful part of my life

it was time to laugh for laughters sake, to sing for the sake of singing, to enjoy a love that was accountable to no-one else but us. you wanted to free me, my dearest love. you communicated with me like a deaf person, with burning eyes and shaky hands: your heart and guts bent on reviving our long-lost blessings.

we laughed like little fiends who had been given the power to breathe joy into a carcass of sorrow

i loved the soft whispering of your promises when you felt the need to pamper me

let’s not dwell on this story any longer. as it tortures me every time

we were children in every way, except for our lost innocence

do you think i didn’t spot the pain testing your angelic face apart? mina, i could see your big eyes sinking into their sockets as if they were wells of sadness. i saw the wrinkles deepening on your face like sentences of a book i hadnt wanted to write. i had no way of curing the disease gnawing away at you

forgiveness for having loved you in my noisy, clumsy and exhausting way

i reminded anyone who wanted to listen that everything apart from death could be put right

the absence of his voice, his gaze, his orders, his screams, his mannerisms, and even his rages, created an all-consuming void within me, and i had no way of filling it

in matters of taste, whether clothes, music, poetry, scent or cuisine, my watchword was, without doubt, sophistication

this man made me rich all in all senses of the word

imbibing his words as if they were some kind of celestial nectar