Preamble
Everybody is looking for her.
Joy, we want to embrace this feeling as much as we can, even if the way to embrace it causes us pain.
Some things that bring joy to us, we keep as secrets, tied up in the basement of our mind only there to serve in the deepest hours when we need it and feel alone or even better to bring up to the right person and share the joy that we keep as a secret.
The secrets of joy, that everybody has are multifarious from just things that are just a bit embarrassing, like still watching the same old kids show over and over again because it reminds of the time as everything was good. But sometimes, or maybe even most of the times there are deeper secrets stored away in our minds.
Lucky for you dear reader i try to wear my soul and also my secrets on my skin.
That's how you are able to read about the secrets i want to store away in my basement.
To my dearest sister @nothingwronghere that was always a good ideal for writing.
To my friends i annoy with weird questions about stuff i need words for.
And to the rest of my family that will presumably never read this or get to know of it's existence.
One story evolves around a girl i knew, it is fictional, but she was the reason for some of my best work:
The story of Joy, and how i wished it would have happened:
A life full of Joy - A fantasy autobiography:
A mouth full of Joy
A lab full of Joy
A night full of Joy
A bathtub filled with Joy
A slow Sunday full of Joy
Out of order but still in the story:
The Joy of living together
A different fantasy of Joy
Weiße Spitze
Ein gezeichnetes Bild der Joy
Die Tränen der Joy
I love to write short stories that just come up to me from time to time, I call them my flashes cause the flare up in my head and I need to write them down.
Some of them are more specific, and describe people i meet and like in my life somethings are fully fictional.
You can find it under:
GullakFlashes
And for my poetry:
GullakPoetry
And for my kind of diary:
letterstomybrain
