MY REAL NAME
I pray, my son, from the bottom of my heart, that someone is with you in that moment you are called. Someone who loves you like me. Someone who misses you like me. Someone who breaks like me. I pray, my son, from the bottom of my heart - that it never will be me.
Art series, future, photography, photo, photo art, foto, fotograf, Tina Langenbach, varberg, halland, sweden
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My real name

A thousand names I´ve been called

Thrown like stones

That cut through the waters

Towards the bottom of my heart

While my name falls into oblivion

 

I keep on carrying the stones

Using them as ballast

To balance through life

As I namelessly struggle

To find out who I am

 

I know, one day

God will grant me

A white stone in my palm

And I will turn it over to see written

What my real name is

                                        ~

 

Supplement: Revelation 2:17

  • A thounsand names
  • Struggle
  • Balance through life
  • My real name

My real name

A thousand names I´ve been called

Thrown like stones

That cut through the waters

Towards the bottom of my heart

While my name falls into oblivion

 

I keep on carrying the stones

Using them as ballast

To balance through life

As I namelessly struggle

To find out who I am

 

I know, one day

God will grant me

A white stone in my palm

And I will turn it over to see written

What my real name is

~

 

Supplement: Revelation 2:17

  • A thounsand names
  • Struggle
  • Balance through life
  • My real name