ewald apperle

It’s crazy how time flies, work and duty and everything unimportant steals away the short time of life. I like to think back to the days when I was alive. It seems like an eternity ago and yet there are memories, there are images in my head that sometimes remind me of what life feels like. I keep asking myself, where is the meaning and is this life, my life? Well, whatever, I won’t get an answer today, at 4:00 a.m., somehow it won’t be, not yet. I think it’s my fault, I haven’t recognized it yet, haven’t found it, or had it and lost it. I don’t know, brooding and thinking once again doesn’t let me sleep, it makes me think and ponder about life.
How are you doing? I haven’t heard anything from you for a long time and wanted to meet up with you, unfortunately it didn’t work out and lo and behold, it’s been almost a year since I even wrote a word or had a conversation.It’s like a puzzle that’s missing, a little time, a conversation, maybe over a meal, I’d like to do that. It seems to me that the time of life runs faster the closer it is to the inevitable end. I can feel and see time passing by it would be so nice if a meeting with you was on my calendar! © ewald apperle