that year, what day, what time - I do not know. only the wording of the sentence, since I road a long time ago on a balmy evening hour in a small said in Paderborn, I know it exactly.
now, years later, I find myself in the place of which I have spoken at that time. However, on the other side. I'm not the one that builds shit, but those who tried to prevent this shit. For a moment I'm the one in puberty before I meet are always wanted. I'm not the one looking up, but that looks destined straight. no, because down, do not look down. was the fault of myself looking straight ahead, straight ahead. It's strange, almost bizarre. "Lucky alternates. Before you, there would have been an open fire. Then I would possibly mitexplodiert." Some figures in this table to remind burnt rubber. and some are simply out of place. but they all belong there, at this table. a space is empty again. "Gastro-intestinal." so fast can go on. clattering coffee cups. Frogs jump. yellow pants and green cups. the coffee is not there. he spreads a pleasant, warm, spicy aroma. diagnoses are established, of which I have desired in childhood often that it finds someone with me. whatever. behavioral patterns are analyzed, I have similar, but far from well down on the day. whatever. and I feel at once again very small. remind me of how it was. and with every sentence I on the white paper with black lines and two small writing on the leaves, with every word I change the situation more of another.
I have a goal plainly. him and, somewhere far away. a guide, the helped me with my one sentence away to find. sometimes it takes a little longer to understand and sometimes you need to back the view to look forward to. he, the boy with the guitar. his few words and the subsequent events have helped me to stand by what I am. each his own world . what I can. held by a small trickle . and do what I want. water red as blood . finally, finally I have the direction I needed. and suddenly I understand. my world, one room was made and sham. on and once I understand what exactly makes this magical attraction. it is the will and the certainty the right thing. it's easy. it is. a simple sentence. life goes easy on me . so simple. most of the time . happy fish. and so it is.
pauses.
scene changes.
the opera is over . Next act. singers have all gone home . The stage shakes.
one year. it's hunting you . a whole year. and wafer-thin ice again. again missed the moment where you just prefer watching from the shore. with the feet remain on solid ground. I do not. you'd expect the same now would not you . yet expired. would not you? directly on ice. not stood still. A penny for your thoughts. I know how it looks there. under the ice. it's all gray. there is no color. it's all quiet. one lives past each other. it's dark like Poe . It is sad. but lately i do not care. I know how it looks there. under the ice. and what happens if I ask your help. my life. already slipped too far. just another soldier. the lost shoe. on the road to nowhere. the combination of hot water and chocolate disappointed. still. it's time for renewal .
one year. it's hunting you . a whole year. and wafer-thin ice again. again missed the moment where you just prefer watching from the shore. with the feet remain on solid ground. I do not. you'd expect the same now would not you . yet expired. would not you? directly on ice. not stood still. A penny for your thoughts. I know how it looks there. under the ice. it's all gray. there is no color. it's all quiet. one lives past each other. it's dark like Poe . It is sad. but lately i do not care. I know how it looks there. under the ice. and what happens if I ask your help. my life. already slipped too far. just another soldier. the lost shoe. on the road to nowhere. the combination of hot water and chocolate disappointed. still. it's time for renewal .
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