Gary Busch

Ich mache Bilder,
Ihr schaut sie Euch an.
What else?



I’d rather stand on the edge of a cliff
And hang my toes over a bit,
And then jump when they dared me,
Even if it scares me and I get hurt.
I’d rather build my wings on the way down,
Do my best not to fall to the ground
and than laugh at my mistakes
‘cause there only lessons I’ll learn

I’d rather burn with desire deep in my soul,
And love like a fire that’s out of control, and laugh and dance and fall
and chance and kiss
I’d rather live my whole life
with a sense of abandonment,
Squeeze every drop out,
no matter what happens.
And I wonder what I would miss,
I’d rather risk.
(by Paul Brandt)