Tank You Letter After Interview

lina_ame @ 2009-05-10T21:59:00

I walk through the city and leave the view through the crowd flitting, maybe you're somewhere out here. Since you're gone, I wait, as I have time to wait for Remi, full of longing and sorrow, and every time I think, a sign of having noticed a breath, My heart races. I miss you. In spite of everything.

... As if you've broken up. So suddenly. I told you often accused you were so little for me, for me, around me. But you were always there. You came to me. You had it all, Lani, Lena, but you came to me. No idea why. What a big help, I was never for someone, but you always have the stars shine brighter by you were just there. You knocked on my window, and the night could be done suddenly warmer, have you lit your cigarette, turned off the switch of the superfluous. You were just there. And I have something better to feel useful. Something safer. Summer.


I walk through life and look for a sign of life. It seems to me you never get back. And when I listen through the window into the night air, I'm just waiting for you to stand outside my window. I play your song, and try to make it better. I'm afraid. That you never again appear and disappear. Perhaps it feels as if one dies, but if so, I would bemoan thee forever, do not believe it, I would expect you always. Your coffee would always be there, I'll stay there forever. To listen again, you're still here. That you're not.

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lina_ame @ 2009-03-18T19:38:00

The days crawl by, I see the hopelessness, and whisper, it would be soon all right. She will love you, they will respect you, you will have the best friends, they say, but I know - there is never a place in her heart for me, I know it must just learn to deal with it. I need to learn, yes, but it's not. If I see them, you blow me all the fuses, and then I would prefer to go away far away. But what we have of the red-haired Madonna learned? - Do not run away. Although I do not think any would do such a rebellion drum. It is also just happened because it started two and the others have felt obliged to do something to relieve their conscience. But in the end they had to even deal with it. We were only minor roles in the play, as it does on us.
It is terrible to know so much. No, it is not so much, but it is enough to crack the magic of human nature, the magic of the sky, the phenomena that used to have one so enchanted. The air is full of sunlight and the flowering and maturing plants, It's not magic, it's just the refraction of light at sunset, no colors, God has knocked carelessly, as he stroked his dining room - or was it perhaps the young angels? But my imagination is not kapputgemacht of knowledge about the world, there are only the dreams, the hopes. Knowledge is a nullity as compared to the young soul. I can give her the guilt that I love them, but ultimately I'm the one who loves, and I know it will happen, it must be done just a little, and I will come to them even off . Unfortunately, I am a jealous, envious, selfish Creature, but if I can change if it helps to get a seat next to her - I would do it. Without looking back, without complaining, I would do anything for them. And here is little in it, what makes me so sick, its not cold, do not reject their nature, it reaches only the sight, as you glide through the dreams of the lashes when she sleeps. It is the manner in which she sees the world, their sense of justice, for love, complete for the little things that she sees the world differently than I do, and if our sense of dignity something is somewhere overlaps, there appears someone, and directs it away from me. I can not do anything, just look away.
One day I hate them like nothing on earth, and then I can not get enough of their attention. No, I do not need much. Just a feeling that she needs me. I would do anything. You cut a piece out of the sky in his blue shades, so it can hang on the wall, collect their stars from the sky so that it can equip them with the blanket in her room. But probably all that is not needed. And the only all my love, my heart and my soul, all I can give her - so she simply only stored and dusting from time to time, but she already has enough in its collection.
feel the moment I am pretty much out of life taken by, and wait for better times. Whether it takes a long time, and what it means, I do not know. As probably the good times be?

Western Wedding Wording

lina_ame @ 2009-03-12T01:08:00

"I want to go away and look for the summer. »

people. All around, flow past me, through me. It is often difficult to appear among them, and each new day begins with an inner struggle - I have a choice. Durchströhmen you leave - or to dive under them.
Each day begins in cotton candy clouds, sunrise in transparent, so thin and soft, and the cold can flourish my senses. And then we go: So many new people. New to me, I do not know what to think. Try to let it flow through me, and let it clear, pure water for me to be, yet so much is in them, you can never know in life, see, omit, this is one of them if you have a fine day is just a look into the eyes of one of them to break. Sometimes it is the chocolate curls girl the other day Peroxidqueen. And then He is there, and it's enough to last forever, simply because He is there because He gives me comfort when I threaten to break up the eyes of others. No, I can do it even, over and over again, and then I go home and get out the Bastelklebertube to get back to me again. see so many attempts to understand each einzellne, easy, to look to see what they are. I do not understand at all why people take me so easily upset. No, I do not hate you. I just do not understand if I am only weak or sensitive. And I want nothing more than just .... Well, remain a child. I will take responsibility, and bring something about, to eventually be proud of themselves can, I want to do my thing, but remain a child. It's enough for me to have people around me, even if they do not take me seriously, even if they are false and hypocritical, because they give me the assurance that it will always be such that at least something is changing - namely the constant flow around and through. So it will be - and I enjoy it invisible, to be insignificant among them.

Vicodin Before A Tattoo

lina_ame @ 2009-02-18T18:13:00

... Dreams. Hopes. Love. Nearby. Posted
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As I sat there last night, between the candles, not that was my first attempt to create something, a force that could help me. But again I could not ask for me. Just as there are no free wall in this room, so there is no free space in my heart to myself. It's all about friends ... Family, love, hope, intimacy, dreams.
When she had asked me only then I realized - yes, I had to give up what to write. One love.

And this morning when the sun tried to durchzuzwingen through the frosty pink this morning as it seemed to me as if I had dreamed it all. As if it had always been people who love me and care about me, people who are near me is important. People who need me. And only when it is purely flowed through the blinds, because I realized - I have to answer for everything myself.
A man needs nearby. Especially if it hurt, betrayed, destroyed. And there are friends who help him, help him cope with the pain. You are the one there.
But time passes. And gradually they turn away from him. Because you can not surround a sufferer for ever. People continue to live their lives. And he ... He remains alone. He could heal his wounds, bury the pain and continue to live with his friends. But he begins to sprinkle salt on the wounds, and does not understand that an injured person can be used by anyone. Eventually the time comes, and he throws everything, all attempts to regain the closeness of loved ones, and gives up.
Sometimes happens something else: Some have found something. One love. And he goes on an expedition he brobeirt, searching, finding, continues. And often he gets on the wrong track. And that friends are for. To rauszuhelfen. But often they fail. Or they forget to give. Then the usual, pain, struggle. Ultimately is to everybody who has been abandoned.

I fought. Long, but the time is not important. I almost lost my friend to recover just a friend. Funny, as long as I can stand still. And then I have played and seen taped friendship. Whether such a thing are like minded, solid friendship? I am worth something? Worthy?

Sometimes, as I wish I could go away. Elsewhere, out on the discovery, on travel. In order to figure out whether I am worthy to have friends who need me. Love me, really. With whom I can share everything, and what's more important - and I can do anything. Those who accept me and my love. Would not hold me here, I would go with the first warm day. I used to think, not a life as Einzellgänger is bad, but then I met Frank, Finja, Tess, Ksenja, Jennifer, Johnny, Alexei ... And saw how wonderful people are, I wanted to do everything. At first unconsciously. But then she came, the girl with curls and a heart that carries them to himself, dreamily so vulnerable, so. And then I knew what I want. I could give everything. But only I would have. I have seen that there is no point in chasing someone, which I'm going to the mind, with my friends. Although I am for something not even capable. Copied abandoned. I will not be violated. I will go out and injure or unnerve anyone.
And the worst thing is that I am doing my own suffering. It is disgusting and false. If I had to answer something, I should be to stand there and not complain. But it's damn hard. I have squandered my chance.
Right now everything is irrelevant, I will look new. Knowledge, love, dreams. I will strive for accuracy and reliability and responsibility. I'll be back live quiet lives, and hope quietly to myself that something happened - that I find friends. Friends. Maybe I am lovable and capable of friendship, maybe I will still be needed.