My dear Vienna,
to me you feel like a toy shop.
With all the music playing,
all your colours and your lights
and the smell of cake and bubblegum
You feel like cozy pink monster,
slowly wobbleing into many directions,
gently rocking me, when I'm feeling sad.
You feel like a quiet forest,
with your cold air
and all the dark ways through your labyrinth
You feel like home
when friends appear out of nowhere
and I smell dinner, when I come in
I know I'm not mentioning your ugly sides
but that's what friends do
Montag, 23. November 2009
Sonntag, 22. November 2009
3, 2, 1 ... zero
Yesterday a had a crazy idea:
I could stop counting.
contacts
drinks
hours
money
I could stop counting.
contacts
drinks
hours
money
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Dienstag, 17. November 2009
simple present
nothing makes me feel as lonely as your presence
not even supermarkets on saturday afternoon
not even other peoples girlfriends
not even supermarkets on saturday afternoon
not even other peoples girlfriends
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