today.

I went to the icy place

And listened to my steps

And even as it breaks

I wonder about the different sounds it makes

Crucks cruck cracks

I hear the lake my lungs break

five ms later

[...] Ich würde zu dir fahren und dabei alle Bücher lesen, die ich so lesen möchte. Dann die Seite zu schlagen, die Mitte des Pseudo-iPods lange drücken, aussteigen, zwei Schritte hinunter, drei nach vorne, links und rechts ein Blick. Ein grün-weißer Punkt in der grauen Masse, das bist du, der rote Punkt bin ich. Es wäre so bittersüß gewesen.

Die halbe-Zeit-des-Zusammensein-in-Monaten-Regel trifft wohl auf summerlovers nicht zu.

almost

Hi dear,

I'm writing you telling you, I'll let you go. For the past months you were hunting me, in the bus, in the kitchen, on my way home, you used to just pop out of library bookshelves, every day I saw your ghost appearing next to other's people's faces. I wrote you yesterday to wish you a happy christmas and as you weren't responding as fast as I hoped I got sad. I started crying and sobbing like a baby, m friends took me home and put me into bed. And I didn't want this all to happen, I never wanted you to do that to me. You probably aren't aware of the pain constantly running through my veins in a creepy mixture with my blood. I don't like what you made out of me just in a few weeks. I know you could also make me happy, make me awesome and push my abilities up into the sky. But that won't happen, never will you get out your coward corner, you'll always stay quiet near following me. But I'll leave this behind and gonna get that awesome person, just without your help, I'll stop crying around, I'll be happy again.