Eine Illustration, die ich für Vaggeli Goulinas Gedicht erstellt hatte.

My hourglass is filled to the top
grains of sand slowly start to fall,
as I take my first breath upon this world
I'm greeted with warmth and love.
Those grains vary in shape and size
hopes and dreams I'm yet to realize,
they start to form and I give them shape
like an artist locked in a mindscape.
I destroy myself with every breath
untill I release my spirit and see death,
for now its just a thought that lurks
still a figure is waiting in the dark and smirks.
I still have time in my hourglass to figure this out,
but it keeps running and I still don't know what life's about.
So many moments remain unseen,
to miss out on them seems obscene.
I've lived a full life or maybe not
maybe it was someone else's and not mine,
surely I'd remember it or I just forgot
looking in the mirror and my eyes don't shine.
Lately my hourglass has been misplaced
my being is slowly getting erased,
I hear it in my mind there is nowhere to run
I can still see the grains of sand, three, two, one.

Gedicht von: Vaggeli Goulinas